This is a song about "You look like you eat poptarts"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Eat you like i eat millions of civilians,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

I eat emcee's like you for breakfast daily,

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Look like a crock, you stand in shock/

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

You are gonna look like a loser, when you go against me,

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

"are you alright, you convulsing, and look like satan.

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired