Who can push you off a summit onto a dagger that’ll stab your back And exit your stomach after you plummet one hundred miles from it? Who else can start a flea, tie you to the bumper of a moving truck Hop on your body like water-skies? Gotta be the Crooked hombre I put so many infrared dots on your shirt that niggas would think you were Kwamé I'm twisting caps like I'm opening beers, been Loc'in for years I've choked engineers till they've broke into tears, provoking your fears Throwing spears at speeds fierce enough to pierce the hemispheres between both of your ears I'm the deadliest death machine you ever seen with a guillotine To put your neck between and sever everything extra clean Blowing up a methophedine lab do, I'll stab you I’ll be glad to beat you unconscious and what have you I’ve been ill before niggas from Rock Steady could windmill Aim 16 shots in your wing shield, name me one buster who came raw? He’ll get his body chopped quick as a nigga with butter fingers juggling chainsaws Get your jugular vein punctured with blades I'm the run away train like ten cowards fucking the same broad Keeping it sown like patchwork and after more loot than a scandalous black church Snapping your neck backwards till your sacroiliac hurts I'll fracture your skull till your hats squirts blood all over your probably going to be plaid shirt Now that's mad dirt, you'll get your ass served whether or not I get the last word Cos shit that I spit can dissolve matter, my raw data On murder raps can pause you to soft chatter and cause you to all scatter Then rip out your gallbladder with claws that'll leave your jaw shattered Like you fell face first off a tall ladder, I'll batter any nigga that touch the mic Oh you a thug for life, yeah right! Watch me hit you with hypnosis till the closest diagnosis is psychosis I'm atrocious and ferocious, high voltage, I'm the dopest the flow is explosive And potent enough to give your immune system a dosage of lupus eritematosus It's hopeless! Honestly though Your get clowned worse than an fat bitch in the front row of a comedy show Cos I'm lethal, your see through, I keep you so afraid your looking up at the steeple, praying to God in Hebrew, like... "Modeh ani lifanekha melekh hai v'kayam shehehezarta bi nishmahti b'hemla, raba emunatekha" Crooked I never fears you! I only wish you could rap faster than the speed of sound so I wouldn't have to hear you

Crooked I -The Illest Emcee Ever