Return Of The Mack VI Seconds

[Intro]
Yeah... let's keep it funky
Mic check, 1-2-1-2
Mic check aight
Yeah.. yeah..

[Verse 1]
Walking in the booth, every artist becomes a target
Bucking at them, from a harness
The strength that you couldn't harness
Launching steel that'll pierce your armor
Right through where your heart is
Pause this, now back to leaving y'all tarnished
Jeffrey Dahmer when I'm eating
You should feel honored when I'm speaking
I love drama, when I'm signing, someone's heart that is retreating
Spitting Llamas couldn't hock a loogie that could match with these
Rappers splat with ease
So cold, I salivate antifreeze
You'll see, I'm actually re-defining masterpiece
I'll strike hard enough to shatter Bruce Lee's master's knees
Rats get cheese, I'm a lion in the jungle at your ear
What I mean is I'm Tyson when he rumbles, chomp-chomp
Ha, pew, microphone murder, a square of your clique's curvature
Honestly, uh, heard enough burning
I'm grilling every one of your city's landmarks,
Then it's back to the lab for more weapons like Mandark