[silver]

who gave ya'll tickets on the lyrical train
let me crap you out like an abdomenal pain
your rhymes are a forgery they can't be real
unlike the words i drop sweet as a last meal
you jump on this thread man whats the deal
eskimo style son i'll club you like a seal
and skin you down to your bare bones kid
and use your organs as a tupperware lid
silence of the lambs is what i scream and mean
as i lick clean your bones and wash the crime scene
this is lyrical cannibalism and I am the chief
while you walk around like adam holding only a leaf
but what you gonna cover you ain't got no dick
just a slit and some pubes thats covering thick
i bust your cherries with my hip hop punches
then your off to school carrying your brown bag lunches
where i lecture to the masses that crave the real flows
none of this commercial crap about dropping bows
real hip hop children is in the soul
not something you find in a cereal bowl
you can't fake your way through these rhymin jungles
or else you'll be slaughtered when the lions rumble
the thrilla in manila this freestyle ain't
i already won this match but dogs just wait
i'll take you guys when i feel that its due
i'll wear you down slow like you had the flu
but in the end when you think you got me
i'll rise from the ashes just like old rocky
old school style i'll beat your face
to think you had a chance in this rap race
and while your down on the ground and i'm looking at you
all you'll see is my mouth saying dog f$%* you
ring the bell