Shout!!! The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors (T.H.E.M.)

[Chorus]
1, 2, 3, 4!
Hardcore

[Verse 1: Webb]
Here's your resignation, prepare for dismissal
But don't sleep 'cause Ima bring the heat-seeking missiles
Paranoia, I see your whole body trembles
So Ima run through your crew 'til every lyric is disassembled
Point blank
You just be talking shit, save the feces
'Cause Ima bring the drama to every living species
I'm clairvoyant; I got sight beyond sight
Plus, a nocturnal creature; I make my moves at night
Decisive decisions with my infrared vision
Therefore, I can hold my own in any lyrical division
Got VIP status with the mic apparatus
I jacked the Midnight Train to Georgia, now want ransom money for Gladys
No pain, no gain, I'm blowing niggas out the frame
From here to Spain I'll maintain my fame
So no excuses, the verbal flow is ruthless
With lyrics so hard you'd think they scared into Medusas
So how you want it? Medium, raw or rare
'cause believe me, I'll being it if your man continues to stare
Get out of my face before you get erased
'Cause I'ma get iller than some herb that was laced