Set a trend, but never been the type to conform/
Its evident I've been shreddin since this cypher was born/
Pick a fight with a storm, yeah I can over-flow it/
Yall hold yer own but there isnt a bolder poet/

with a colder soul spit, i am the apacolypse
punch you so hard i'll spin and knock ya lips
aint stoppin this, an unstoppable jugernaught
ya only safe from the storm when the thunder stops

Not another drop, Ruckus comin with somethin hot/
The gun is cocked, get both hands up like its 1 oclock/
Run the spot, Ruckus is settin up plans/
Put the red dot next to "U" like 7up cans/

i erupt and, bust with flows hotter than moltant magma
fuck a Milla meter in these hands i'm holding cannons
a souless planta growing mass quanties of the ganja
cannabis marijuana spark a phatty and lets get bombed up

stomp us never so clever you better review the set up/
cause im so fed up kickin down the door if you dont let us/
in as i begin on a rampage to campain the damn strain/
on this man's brain....

I can't blame the world for the pain and torture/
A trained enforcer paid to make things remain in order/
Sorta like a prison guard, Officer Ricky doing his thing then/
All of a sudden transforms, now the dude is a kingpin?/
How the...

you bitches try to figure out where the fuck the king went?
so imma swing then, I'm the main man, youre all just wing men
it feels like it was just last spring when.. arv threw the title
how can you still prove that the dude is idle?
child ill askew and spiral your vital atrial tubes and spinal
and move the scene into something lookin suicidal
Me being the best once again is your renewed-denial
and fuck Ruben im the HUGEST IDOL!!

Aiyo my rude recital will verse hell like I screwed the bible/
Your a pussy who takes it anal rocking lube n midol/
I get wavy rocking boats like im cruising tidals/
My bars are veins so in the game trust my muuzicks vital/
Twenty dudes wit rifles will blast off if ya fuck KiLLaH/
On my grizzly I bare arms heaters buck gorillas/
Listen close my flows crack like i puffed the skilla/
I'll put you crakkas on ice if you dug vanilla/
A must billa K's crazy n Im filled wit knowledge/
So every night i gotzta write for my KiLLaH HaLLiKs/
Hit me witcha best shot dawg my grill is brolic/
Cuz its the REAALLLLLLL n my skill is flawless/

"FLAWLESS" Catch me in yo baby mommas i leave her brawless my dik and mah burners livin LAWLESS/ Bleed blocks blood flow couldnt be stopped wit a dam I catch niggas slippin and handle dem like my email catch spam

Get slammed lyrically canned you rock hysterikal jams/
Cuz when it comes ta scriptin flows you gotz unlyrical hands/
Beat me? you gon need more than a miracle fam/
You wouldn't have a hott song if ya stereo tanned/

walk right, cuz these are the badlands
they all backstab even if they slap hands
and hit skins dunny, throw ya jimmy up
ya baby girl, suck'n tin man from da sippy cup

"cup" make way I'm da big fish you's a gupp naw I'm more like da big dawg and you's a pup/I swang thru grippin da grain drankin da syrup and from yo gurl recievin slow brain my dik dry she drain I dont no who uglier Craig Mack or lil Wayne

i still reign supreem, cream rollin from my pockets
bitches are quick to talk shit, but never walk it
change the topic from dark to bright, im so hype
i could knock your whole crew the fuck out in 1 strike

I roll thru yo block in da cuttdog on laces dual burners blazing yo crew in shock they turn white from blood flow leavin they faces I dont leave behind victims just missing persons cases I got more game than Tom have friends with my spaces

spaced out faces laid ajacent on the pavement
dead and waitin for the coroner to take em
and update em with a note and name on their big toe
its this flow that made em hit the bars in frisco