Lyrics:

I'm staring in a mirror but mostly I laugh
I'm looking at the picture of a sociopath
Hope to get first, now hopefully last
Dope rap, I'm known for doing dope in the past
Like floating down the river on a opium boat
But I'm a wild animal I go for the throat
I'm a big bad wolf with a big black Glock
And some real dark thoughts yelling, 'Open the door'
I punch people in the face coming down the staircase
Wander down the hall with the can of bear mace
Aye, I've been a killer since the Wu-Tang Clan
Personality is colorful like Toucan Sam
I'm a crazy cat, Sylvester damn
I got two big guns Yosemite Sam

I used to work birds like Tweety
Speedy, Gonzales living in a palace
Tripped and fell down the rabbit hole and met Alice
Fie years later now I'm back for the challenge
Still rip up shows like Tasmanian Devil
If some punk jump up I'm blasting my heavy metal
And I still live in Van' but I'm moving soon
All my homies on the streets fucking Loony Tunes
But I'll be back, back and forth with no error
Enforcing terror in a Porsche Carrera
Through Vancouver to Los Angeles archangels
Dark strangers, blacks and Caucasians
(Man we crack skulls, make deep lacerations
Crack a Red Bull and drag 'em back to my basement)

We fly through the air like Iron Man
Crack you in the head with a frying pan
Can't fuck with my team, we are iron clad
I'm on fire man, call the fireman
Whether crawling up the wall like Spider Man
Or lying on the floor popping vitamins
Yup, real hip-hop we supplying fans
We on fire man, call the fireman

All right, I keep my knife in the black leather sheath
Real sharp, blade (Dagger Mouth, armed to the teeth)
I can't draw but I'm raw when I'm drawn to the beat
It's like Saw part I, I'll make you saw off your feet
What the fuck is defeat, I'm undefeated like a shoe store
Runway, one way street, take a detour
Robot, C-3P0, R2-D2
Plastic bag over your face hard to breathe through
Preview attract and download the album
X marks the spot like my first name was Malcolm

Make you sing the blues like a prison in Folsom
Spit a burning ring of fire, watch the flames engulf em
My theory very logical but we use Pro-Tools
Fuck with us you'll be a dead man, a corpse in the sound booth
And ain't nobody hear you, close the door make it soundproof
My pattern very classical like Herringbone and Hounds tooth
I.C.P., R.E.P., bright evil clown suit
Ice cold water in a bottle when I drowned you
Beat side, homicide unit try to find you
Burning sound turn around my dude's right behind you