I strike a match for you two dollar MC's that can't burn This is for your own concern I burn images in retinas for all you bitches faking You couldn't download my multi-disk without penetrating Complex quotes set to explode off of impact But it sees to that disco boogie mayhem dance track Lookie bitch at poetry that's on track like a bookie More heads be jocking my shit than a droptop at dookie Peep this, put together the form into pieces That form the eight steps for your mind increases Another ass whipping slashing my burn to pieces It's mad bogus, I'm fading in and out of focus Cock shoot cops tax me, I'm taxing you My gunshots scream nerve wracking, heads is pushing through Intensity, I booby-trap all known vicinities Leave you stinking like face guts in a dumpster in Little Italy