(VERSE 1)
it's time for revenge
I'm on the edge, mind on a binge, rhyming is grim,
writing to fight off my demons at night, heating the page while grinding my pen
lighting up embers they find you dismembered, limb from limb by Ensite on a whim
for biting your life can end, I'm Mic Jordan, I'm trying to win
at all costs, call the cops it's a holocaust for ballers choppin all your knots off
and it's not gonna halt or stop cause yall are so gassed you musta been topped off
inhaling fumes, you're a wailing coon,
I will Dexter your ass and detail the room
females too, any rapper can get it
spit your sentences, listen while they're smashed in an instant
you are actors and henchmen, not avid musicians
I'm an artist, y'all are marks if you askin the difference
I will smack you while grinning like the Joker, snatch your drink
piss in it, hand it back to you, then crap in your sink
that's a good laugh to me, completely deranged, ghastly
ruthless execution when I'm in the chamber gassing

Let 'em die.... Let 'em die!

(VERSE 2)
Cali swag, Alabama to Canada
grand chancellor, cancel challengers' chances, channeler
of the ghosts of dead emcees scrolling through my rolodex
dextrously roll a cone of fresh locally grown bless
exploding your dome check uno, dos, ghoulish host, who do the most
definite moves to ruin boasts of foolish folks
I'm wide awake like huge moving boats, each motion's making waves
every day the first thing I see is a banging babe
I'm languid but never languish my language slays
like the speech of a mack never reach just bring facts
linked like a lap top with rap talk
I never worry about these crabs' claws trying to grasp me
why they mad like back talk when they was trying to gas me
I got slaps like some fat ass cheeks on a lass dancing rapidly
master chief spazz on beats the covenant I made with the prophets was to flood Sac's streets