Masks of Torment

I’ve got a style that’ll turn a generation foul
Punks get smacked in the mouth and church bitches get defiled
Shovel shit by the pound
Sinister type smile
Kickin' shit that so foul when I’m hittin' them like «Blaoow!»
Cannibal like Hannibal, handle these niggas well
Damage you can’t manage, examples of living hell
Chantin' never rest til your mental turn to a cell
Witness a new picture where real villains prevail
When I xhale and spit at you sixteen bars split your shit in two
You think I’m missin' you until I hit your crew
Pure rag in the physical
Everyone else subliminal, criminal fatality
Battle me, I will finish you
So check my substance, loud like a chick that’s bossin'
Lex be bossin' from NY to Czech Republic
Still rugged, middle fingers up, still duggin'
Still woop-woopin bitches, still Mr. Ugly