It's only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my
  dang umbilical cord Warlord of rap that'll bash you with a two by four And smash
  into your Honda Accord with a four door Ford But I'm more toward droppin' an
  acapella To chop a fella to mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller Got chu'
  locked in a cellar with your skeleton showin' Developin' anorexia while I'm standin'
  next to ya Eatin' a four-course meal watchin' you starve to death Put a IV in ya vein
  feedin' ya liquid Darvaset Pumpin' you full of drugs Pull the plugs on a gunshot
  victim full of bullet slugs Who were picked up by an ambulance and driven to
  receiving With they asses ripped out of they pants And given a less than twenty
  percent chance of livin' Havin' a possible placement as a hospital patient Storin' the
  dead bodies in grandma's lil' basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived to perform an
  autopsy On you while you scream