**verse 1**

Don't Touch my MIQ, or I MIGHT, beCOME UNPOLITE//and STRIKE LIKE a DIAMOND back SNAKE in a FIGHT//LIKE McGruff you wanna TAKE a BITE...."OUTTA RHYME"//you got 10 SECONDz to EXIT the PREMISSIS...."your OUTTA TIME"//too LATE to ESCAPE, tis the DAY of your FATE//twas the Knight that I ripped you, your FAKER THAN FAKE//I sit and PATIENTLY WAIT, for you to MAKE A MISTAKE//I'm know to (break) neqz (fast)....like BACON AND EGGz//my CHOICE of WEAPONDRY....is my VOICE PROJECTORY//constantly I WREQ EMCCEEz....who pose no THREAT TO ME//BLAQHOLE ELECTED ME...."as the MIQ TERRORIST"//leavin your body and soul...."seperated LIKE my PARENTS IS"//KNIGHTVIZION with MIQ RISEN, theres NO COMPARISON//and you reppin P.H.X, is SO EMBARRESSIN//all your lines are biten, more then MADONNAz CLIT//your contaminatin Hip-Hop, itz makin me WANNA QUIT....

**Verse 2**

yo, fuQ dat, I'm RAISIN a NATION of ASSASSINz//THAT'LL BASH YA FACIN with a PASSION, BATTLESTATIONz we MANNED THEM//the PHANTOM of the HIP-HOPERA, BIQ MAFIA//PIQIN OFF MAQINBIRDS and SPIT COPIAz, we're DROPPIN YA//like DIMEz TO SNITCHEz, HIT him every TIME HE TWITCHEz//fuq a SILENT WITNESS, ya need to MIND YA BUSINESS//or wind up on my HIT LIST....cuz I'm RELENTLESS//Fuq bein confined in the TENTz awaitin a LIFE SENTENCE//my Miq and me are connected TELEKINETICLY//and EVENTUALLY the ENERGY stored up will FINISH ME//but TIL THEN, I'll continue to school CHILDREN//and topple waq emceez like BIN DID TO THEM BUILDINz//my saliva turns to flamable LIQUID when I SPIT IT//how would you like the fire of hell to GIVE YOU A VISIT//the sinz I COMMITTED, outweighs the ones that I DIDN'T//fuq a major label "Blaqhole we DID IT INDEPENDANT"//I live Hip-Hop ""hows that"", hold up, LET ME FINISH//I even masterBATE 98 beats PER MINUTE//I SLAYed half of my FANBASE with a HAND AX//the rest died cuz I laced MAD TRAQz with ANTHRAX//imagin BEIN DECEASED after SEEIN THE BEAST//rise from the SOUTHWEST and SET in the NORTHEAST//desguised as a NETCEE, PEACE to LORDEAST//N.B. Ridaz can't rise it SEEMz they NEED some more YEAST//I'll strip ya of your Title like LATOYA on the WEEKEND//and have ya SPEAKIN IN Tounge, like a SUNDAY MORNING DEACAN//you can't fast Talk....your way outta this BEATIN like a PUERTO RICAN//""so shut the fuq up""....practice what Method Man was PREACHIN....

[In an evil voice]

....I'm a DEMAN, SPAWN of GODz SEAMEN//tell me are you BELIEVIN IN....WHAT YOUR SEEIN//Bible READIN, couldn't save you from ME AND my alter-ego, from GETTIN EVEN//I'll CREEP IN, your childrenz room while their SLEEPIN//whisper in their little ears while their DREAMIN//tell them to stop BREATHIN, and their hearts to stop BEATIN....for no REASON....