I am leaving BK Stains
and BK Pains
on you BK Lames
in my BK Lanes

I scar and wound deep
with that BK aim
leaving no ID
on ur BK remains

and I can care less about
your BK fame and your BK name
or your BK Game

its wrong from the jump
cuz you couldn't bump
that rough and rugged shit
you didn't keep in ur trunk

Threats I munch
bitchniggaz I crunch
tough talking emcees
I eat em' up for lunch

like soup sandwiches
sloppy joe manwhiches
I bite through caveliar
and chew on bandages

I'm the definition
of what a true savage is
the sickest to ever do it
leaving behind no challengers

no pretenders contenders
no champions
headz fucked up thinking
they could battle this

and survive the onslaught
lyrical slaughter
I'm the type of emcee
that will make hug your daughter

and go back to church
with a pocket full of quarters
stop wasting my time
before I put you out order