Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space I'mma' sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy and Ma$e I'm more than ill Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill Human horror film But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me Cause I'mma' still be the Madd Rapper Whether I got money or not As long as I'm on pills, and I got plenty of pot I'll be in a canoe paddlin', makin' fun of your yacht But I would like an award For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source And a wardrobe I can afford Otherwise I might just end up back striking at Ford And you wonder what the hell I need more Vicodin for? Everybody's pissin' me off; even the No Limit Tank Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin' me off No wonder I'm a great danger to my health Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself?

Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS Blood dripping from it Ripping your stomach up from the waist up? You talk a lotta' junk but you was never ill though I'm strong enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow Tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh Jumped up, choked a giraffe Snapped his neck and broke it in half Waging wars, went on stage And sprayed Cage with Agent Orange And wiped my ass with his page in Source The demon is here, I'm steaming this year I rip Mystikal's voice box out and scream in his ear It's not a gimmick trick; it's an image, I live it Give a damn, I don't know what a damn is to give it Man I don't think this guy is well, I'm high as hell I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail I'll friggin', I'll friggin', lay your nuts on the dresser Just your nutsack by itself And bang them stuffs with a spiked bat Cut your neck off and glue your head right back And leave you like that You just triggered a prick who just mixed liquor Who's itching to leave you disfigured And stiffer than Chris-stiff-er Reeves I was teething with strep throat While your mother was breastfeeding And gave her the flesh-eating disease I'm iller than takin' a hammer and beating your knees And walking through South Central L.A., bleeding in jeans Flashing back to being shot and repeating the scenes On how you just got smoked And if you do live, you'll be too scared to tell it like a Biggie and Pac joke

The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon, hop out of a Grand Am and land in it hand-standing Any man planning to battle will get snatched outta his clothes So fast it'll look like an invisible man standing I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale Cause any MC that chooses to go against me Is getting taking advantage of like Monica Lewinsky Came home in a frenzy, pushing a ten speed Screaming to Aunt Peg with three spokes Sticking outta my pant leg Forget a headache, give me a migraine, dammit I like pain And you should be anywhere that a mic ain't You rap knowing you wack, you act up and I'm throwing you Down a flight of steps then I'm throwing you back up them If they don't like the track, f- them, the rap struck 'em harder Than getting hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on And any half-assed known rapper to trespass Better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie I'm free-falling feet first out of a damn tree To stampede your chest 'til you can't breathe And when I'm down to my last breath I'mma' climb the Empire State Building And get to the last step and still have half left