[Verse 1: Madecipha]
You a bitch with ya feelings and ya rhymes are silly
When we spit, it's the illest from the slime in Philly
Come with me
[?]
Rip through ya spine
[?]
Of course you fear me
[?]
Laid in verses
[?]
[?]
I'm a servant to that wicked shit
[?]
[?]
Appearance of a demon, a zombie, a goblin
[?] knot, and a beautiful bitch
[?]
Crash in ya crib, [?]

[Verse 2: Anthropophagus]
[?] nuclear test site
[?]
[?] mirage
We lace ya crew [?]
[?] face to face [?]
[?]
[?] 'cause the end is near
My track reacts like a gatling gun
That only attach to ear
[?] stayin' with a bitch [?] Foxy Brown like Pam Grier
[?] took my demise in these [?]
[?] ruger guys [?]
[?]
[?] of mine

[Verse 3: Jus Allah]
Yo
My gun stay blasting, it never has a delayed reaction
A love-hate relationship, it's a fatal attraction
A bad romantic obsessin'
The Glock put you in a box, add you to my box set collection
There's something wrong with me, all the dots ain't connecting
I'm underneath a demonic possession
[?] a psychological weapon
And throws books [?] across the room and [?] from the opposite direction
My gun requires a lot of pretention
I taught it to fire, but we haven't gotten a fire prevention
We ride like tires and suspension
We ride like the repped up car with the outside engine
I'm always looking for a new addition to affliction
I need a new fixing to using the crucifixion
Play it cool and allude suspicion
Cops looking for me, they should be looking for who's missing