This is a song about "Muscle"

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I'm that lion of the jungle with the nicest of fighters muscle

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

They ain't got no muscle you would think they was weightless.

Lyrics are criminal, every visible line is typical and pitiful

I got the muscle to swing a knuckle, feeling like you've been wiped with a belt buckle/

Bruce banner beat it up, then i turn into the hulk

I go hard like a muscle my raps'll leave you puzzled

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Of which we lack muscle.

Ain't nothing here minimal

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Face it you're toast, we know his heart is his softest muscle

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone