Felt like rhyming so: I'm a mechanical cannibal, slapping Nick Cannon with a cannonball Mandibles like Hannibal, An animal so loud, Tactical weapons so out, I can make an anorexic hold down the crowd Flammable Xanaxes, swallowing high heat While yall wallow in dry beef I'm attacking emcees with attachments to RPGs And wacking these G's with arms and their CDs I smashed the track so hard, You'd think I'd be smacking a beat I paint pictures before parts, Leave scars, You'd think I'm scorching culture if my name was Bernard (Burn Art) More ulcers causing me pain cause I'm apart of the game My legacy leave ya legless, decapitate these snakes like Neville Literally ahead to eradicate competition, yall dead wrong Lividly wishing I made an honest commitment, I'm on another level like King Kong