Verse 1:

Made in china played the diner with a bunch of old timers slayed the rhymers gave em fire and everything they desired

Spit venom like a viper, the 7 in the cipher, that black tiger Fist bout to strike you with them clips BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, this is it this is now this is how we getting down raised from the underground explosions and thunder sounds HEAR THE BOOM!!! In the tune from the womb to the tomb shits crazy like a loon straight jackets and bubbles rooms, shit is nuts the way that I'm spilling guts sepeku harakiri bloody verses in graffiti now you see me now you don't

I'm a ninja throwing CDs, Cut your throats from behind while you sitting watching tv eating ziti

Verse 2:

This made in china major minor slide into tighter vaginas they say that She a rider She a lover She a fighter, You can catch me in japan drinking Saki with Yakuzas smoke Buddha with the Buddha we talking with German Lugers, sip buca in Bermuda from Aruba to Cuba then eat her coochi like it’s sushi cause it’s juicy to do her,

Inf mind spit rhymes to the bells & wind chimes this time it's mine that’s yours?? It's fine....My Lyrical game is like a Miracle came spreading pestilence around like a Biblical plague, in this digital age we in a critical stage where the mentally dead are in a spiritual grave, so we raise em up shit is lit flowing till I shake em up every time they see me on the mic I start to change it up, been doing this for years must’ve thought that all my days were up, ain't see me in a while guess they thought that I done gave it up