INTRO:
I'm feeling like I was crafted by Tetsuya
Unsheath my Masamune how deadly are my Maneuvers
Best get off my stage or it's curtains when i pursue ya
It behooves ya losers to move cuz these devil beams burn through ya I'm Kazuya
Finna be Getting drunk on rappers' redrum redrum (Murda!)
I be sipping on you niggas' redrum redrum (Rrrrrrragh!)
Smoking ya ashes drinkin redrum redrum (Murda!)
Fuckin (wit) the reaper I hear your death come death come

V1:
On the toilet writing lyrics
So I'm shitting while I'm shitting nugga!
*flush* Your writtens make for better TP than for spitting
No apologies needed I can clearly tell you're sorry
It's a wash so I'll just BAR you to death n call this a blanket party
(SWITCH!)
Look at this ass, talkin all that shit, you dare to hate
Then it's English class, I come through he change his tune, taught em to paraphrase
(SWITCH!)
I've been mentally deranged since a little age
Work wit Devil in my brains I'm a Mental slave
Never knew what direction that I'd ever take
Took the socio-path Put em in a grave
(SWITCH!)
But Can I give ya something other than
Anime references?
Just to show I'm Definite
Step it up, my Brethren
I'm the black Eminem
You the black Federline
Not many who's better-than
Never mind fuck comparisons
Spittin' like Sylvester
Ferocious competitor
Shooting hollows at ya instrumentals busting temples
Prince of Sacramento
Wack rapper Predator
My pack is full of wolves we'll chew ya flesh Down to skeletal

(Chorus)
Here it comes
The Genocide
It fades to black
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
You rappers bugging
Here's the Raid, Insecticide
Ingest your organs
Your flesh inside
I Feel so energized
To end your lives
Digest your lies
Said you were the truth
You Colin Farrell
I'm more like Clark when I hit the booth
I Victimize
Then pulverize
Bless you with your demise
Genocide
It must be torture to have such basic rhymes...

V2:
(Killer Cafe, table for 14!)
U niggas better have your team of ghost writers ready
Cuz I will shred thee, precision so steady, with my machete
These lyrics flesh-eat; You dream of being this deadly? I'm Freddy
Spit loads like semis then daddy just Left you sonn(ed) on this dead-beat
Chemically, Bismuth Technitum & Hydrogen (Bi Tc H) your main Components
Where's my opponent?
I load it n *boom* now where's my opponent?
Hush that commotion I got these rappers feeling some type emotions
Got game no tokens
Conform to act hard then this your corrosion
(Your can of whoop-ass is open)
Boi you see I'm so focused
My focals won't miss
It's over now nigga You had your moment
Your flow is broken, I'm Moses
And you're all walkin in denial (the Nile)
Then that flow close in you soak in
(I'll Let that marinate for a while)
And if hip-hop's the trial
I'm the judge n the jury
For your treason Perjury
I'm Executing ya early
Damn I'm doin y'all dirty
See how this beat just got buried?
I see your faces, you're worried
Back to square one in a hurry
Such a fly beast, that's a given
(No, actually, that's a griffin)
Killing wit writtens but off the dome I really shine now I'm Krillin
And It don't make a difference
You can die now a hero
Or live to be fellow villains
But neither without my permission
Niglets

CHORUS

V3:
Here come the calls for features
Pleasure to meet cha
I'm da nicest guy in person but far as bars
Even my moms can get this Ether
Here to Detroit can get Piston (pissed-on) by my over active urethra
Best protect ya neck cause for the checks I'll disrespect Aretha
Don't need the chains my soul is shining and that's being modest
Lotta wannabe black diamonds, hey, just being onyx
And if there's anything that battle rap has taught me
If it's "Bars over everything," they better be godly…
(Now I'm just rambling, haha)
Passion's a double edged sword
So I never take that leap of faith without a bungee cord
I see your biting ass, You'll quote these scriptures like they're yours
Give your ears infinite blessings but will they thank the lord?
(Nope!)
Why your style, we can't endorse, and you'll never be acknowledged
These rappers are so broke they can't even afford to pay homage
You lowly little lames, I hope I strike a nerve, I love it
You could give all the Superfriends handjobs and still can't do a beat Justice
You don't want no static
Could get hella tragic
All this wackness I done had it
Load up the Automatics
Come step in the scope of a Lyrical assassin
*shot* brains splattering *shot* organs scattering
Your fam won't know what happened...
Genocide…
Nowhere to hide…
I see the fear in your eyes…
Say your prayers & meet your demise
(Bye-bye!)