(chorus) I'll fuck you up, go ask about me, We're legendary, so kid don't doubt me, Brooklyn to L.E.S. itchin' to smack ya, New York City, Belligerent Gangsters. Verse 1--The most savage rapper to ravage ya click, clapping ya cabage quick. Demolish,
polish the gun off, get one off in ya back when you jet, tried to run off. Caught you, put you in a mortuary, unfortunately for you, you get buried. Sepulturaed, I rep the purist, putrid music, DEATH RAP, the new shit. Ground breaking, breaking you down,
rapists like Kevin Bacon get drowned. Truncate you, punk, hold my own kid, like a drunken monk, blind folded, Piercing your armor, transfixion, transfusion, transport corpse in quicksand. Sick diction, infliction, conviction, cryptic encryption, rip
shit. Uncontrollably, my goal will be to put a gun hole in your globe, you'll fold easily. A pugilist, using my fist to bruise you up, kid if you insist, the brutalest. (chorus) I'll fuck you up, go ask about me. We're legendary, so kid don't doubt me.
Brooklyn to L.E.S, itchin' to smack ya. New York City, Belligerent Gangsters. Verse 2--Hi me, meet the real me, a misfit wit a biscuit, you feel me? Bombard you, dissect you, carve you, let off the guard-u, connect, blow ya head off. Make fragments of
ya do-rag son, Necro and Flanagan, We're Cro-Magnons. Bangin' like gang members, hangin' with wranglers, hard rocks like Kerrang! Dice appendages into percentages, people shook ever since we entered the biz. Curtains, a hurtin' for certain, blood
squirting , alertness, advertence. Necromantic, pop you like Ahmet from Atlantic. Frantic, tic tic tic tic toc, click clack, Glock, pop. Street justice, squeezing muskets, keep it gully like Ceasar Augustus. Never compromise, stomp the competition into
submission, I'm on the rise. (repeat chorus)