If the world was to end and I had to contend,
My weapon of choice is a pen in my fist and a boom in a my voice-
Spittin' wit from my lip-
Assisting kids to forget about about collective differences-
Cause I knit a web of unity from Drew down there serving drinks-
Up, tracing this room's circumference-
Till it reaches my boy, DJ Iris, and shoots through his wrist (/\/\/\) scratching his 12 inch vinyl disc, real propalay-
Subtle enough to have it sink in tomorrow morning and have you laugh out loud in the midst of your shit-
Yet, strong enough to have the tip of my tongue play ping-pong with your clit-
Right when met, before we even spoke-
As you were sippin' on that candy-cane straw in your cherry-flavored coke-

Eye-contact, eye-contact man-
Oooh, he got hold of my woman man-
I'm a go up and castrate that fuck-

Get him touched, in the middle of the night, wake him up-
Snuff his face with the dirty virgin-white pillowcase-
Have him scurred, the cold blunt steel to the side of his temple-
Or the razor sharp steel, right above his Adam's apple-
Cause when you got homicide in your blood and fury in your fist,
Ain't nuthin' you can say or do to be crossed off my elimination check-list-
The choice is yours-
You can get with this, or you can get with that-
This being my clip slapping into my gat-
And that being red spots splattered and scattered across the mattress-

Get your hands off my fuckin' neck-

Your lucky I ain't Arabian cause that'd be the utmost sign of disrespect-
Decapitate your head-
The next move gettin' your neck slit real quick-
That action's gonna be your last option and my elimination's gonna grant you a position on my death-wish check list-
But face it-
Ain't no arm, arm, head, leg you're gonna be bruisin'-
Your perusing your choices and instead of using your voice, your confusing what you have to what you wanna be choosing-

That's okay-
Learn to enjoy losing~