(Verse) Freshest cracker in da box; premium plus- no salt added to the semen we bust, the demon erupts. Cream of the crop, a sweep 'n a mop, I'm cleanin' em up, collect the bounty as I'm bleaching the blood. Reeking of death, I'm tweaking on meth, speaking of breath- spittin acid in your head like my name was Jeff- rey Dahmer. Injecting in yo neck vein with cat tranq / ket-a-mine / is mad dank / for my brain No Krang in my stomach.. and I fucking love it.. I don't eat for taste.. I eat the pussy and the buttocks! Lennox Lewis on the beat '89 to '03 When I was 13, he passed the torch to me. Socrates gave philosophy for misanthropy- missin an integral part of my humanity, Insanity on a random beat, with a canopy in my spare room, growing swear words on a melody- really I came across the pon