Man it feels like these walls are closing in, this roof is caving in, up its time to raise again' your days are numbered like pages in' my book of rhymes' gottem cookin boy this crooked mind of mine gottem all shook and scared to look in my eyes, I stole that frickin clock' god took the time and I, came up from behind and pretty much snuck up and butt fricked this game up, better be carefull when you bring my name up' frick this game that aint what, I came to claim but this game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it, but I swear one way or another ima make these haters believe it, I swear to god, won't spare the rod, I'm a man of my word do your fricken heads better nod, run the frick around in this game and roast everybody' sleep on me? That pillow is where your head will lye, permanently kids it's Beddie by, this game is my Easter egg ya prepare to die, my head is small my confidence is up this game is my pedestal, I'm unstoppable, incredible hulk, your trapped in my medicine ball, I can rhyme circles around you so fast your fricken head'll spin dawg!! I'll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives I'll frickin!!!