U hear my motha fuckin thunder and ya bones start to rattle

Then I watch ya soul shatter as I walk to the battle

My literature is lightning used to splatter ya matter

I got ya body parts for dinner they all over my platter

I’ve got a bone to pick with you stupid, Literally

I break ya ass off and give u the boot like italy

So screw ya chivalry I give ya wife the delivery

Open up the mail box and blow her to sweet misery

I reserved my seat in hell some may call it a throne

I’m the king of all evil got them horns on my dome

I roast ya stupid ass and I don’t even need a gun

I’ll shove a pitchfork up your ass and call you well done

So when I say run its in ya interest that you listen

Cuz my aim so super sharp I could kill you wit my piss while I’m pissin’

Yeah you come up missin I mangled U beyond recognition

But I get the recognition as the realest legend living

i dig. i dig

thanks, I was tryin to rip off Celph Titled with that verse somethin me and a buddy were jokin around with