C4 on ya chest I blow ya to waste matter Cake batter Lettin the plates shatter All i needed was a reason To heat the beacon Beat it bitch Handing out my season greetings And they Really not nice Pickin a fight With whoever i want To deal the damage Just to do it out of spite Shoot a fat bitch in the face, dead weight Screws loose in my noggin Can't rehabilitate Facilitate hate never had a clean plate And if i ever did i would still dirty it, that's fate Instillin the fear here In the sphere That ya still hold dear to ya peers From years back I appear just to fill in the gap and disappear Give a pimp slap to the game take a lil nap Mothafucka im eccentric Hell bent And skeptic Relentless Plant a seed in ya mouth, ferment it Demented Grab you by the neck and bend it Form a virus on you undocumented just to test it C4 on ya chest I blow ya to waste matter Cake batter Lettin the plates shatter