Yo, its the master, mister, musical massacre
Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador
R get the red carpet, just call me on
Corner the market like the mic's last name was Corleone
The facade killer, come through your city like Godzilla
Thinkin the sickest thing you ever seen, Rah-zilla
My vision's vicious, suspect suspicious
Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious
No interferin, if you ain't down, you got to swearin
And these cats they ain't carin, habitat awarin
Crack appearin, from out the track that I'm hearin
?I'm sick of that, though,? I'm going back to rackateering
Yo, you should see me, I got a crew like Mussolini