Verse 1 - E Luv
Commence the procession
(slight pause) My library's stocked with the concession
Of so many formidable adversaries
Good competitors yes
Yet some bigger fu--in' fairies
Who just couldn't hang
Wit' my type of nut swang
Swayin' these punk motherfu--ers up out the way
And that's just the defense of my crown upon judgment day
But they still choose to try and take away my good thang
And they naturally failed
Their train was derailed
As it jumped the da-n tracks and flew into a fu--in' car
Not very far from Mars
Yeah, nigga I know I'm universal
Primordial and cordial
Highly rated controversial
From atop my pedestal, I stand very tall
Don't ever count on my downfall
It's a dream of theirs, I'm turnin' into a nightmare
Fu-- wit' my title, don't you motherfu--in' dare
Get out my hair
Shi-, fu--in' wit' The Egregious I really ain't fair
Bein' in my mere presence is a privilege
I'll ho your bitc- as- out so chivalrously
I need it bad, they just can't fu-- wit' me
So I kick it on the 1-2-3-2-1
The E cain't stop until his work is done
But December is the month that we play
We killed Santa Claus and the elves we slayed
Ho ho ho, did jah miss us?
But now we're back - I'm rappin' the present for Christmas
I want to rest the mind and soul, the troubles arise still
I let the pain in jarring strength, and grab my gun to kill
Motherfu--ers step up - motherfu--ers get shot
That's just the price we pay and in jail you rot
Can't just let the track run out
Shi- still needs to be addressed
Yeah I said it what's next
Another motherfu--er takes me outta text
Cause those fools - so called challengers aren't in sync
And never can be
To tackle my killer instinct
They're better off with Vaseline in the clink
Then fu--in' wit' the E


Verse 2 - Earl Solow
Nigga don’t fu-- wit’ me
I’m not your G
Fool you don’t know me
Don’t consider me your homie
I can’t talk, all I do is rap
Silent but deadly, cause it’s like that
And I’m back up on the mic for the third time, the fourth time
I don’t give a fu--, it’s my time and you on it
Like lice on a warty dick all over
Like your puke when you ain’t sober
On the mic motherfu--er is the right motherfu--er for the job
VoiceCrack’s beats are absorbin’ their acid like the blob
Earl Solow, rappin' once again wit' my nigga E
Think you can fu-- wit' this, motherfu--er nigga please
Psycho Deuce up in this bitc-
E Luv, VoiceCrack, and GMNT are the niggaz we enlist
We crew deep and you have to be to stay alive
Even though all by my lonesome I'm pretty much fine
Cause the first rule of killer instinct is be ready to survive
Words to live by
When heeded, motherfu--ers never die
It's the realness
Cause survival is the family business
Def Mute labelmates will run this
For infinity
Supportin' each other, especially Mutehead Jenkins, the Mighty
Real nigga true homie
And don't cha'll motherfu--ers act like y'all don't know me
You want some o' dis, show me
The ice water runnin' through your veins
Ah-ah but second rule:  Don't give nobody no leeway
Give 'em an inch, shi-, they'll take a mile
You motherfu--ers need to have a coke and a smile
Shut the fu-- up, Solow's goin' in for the kill
Rule three:  If I don't take it, somebody else surely will
And I need it kid, I want it bad
Back the fu-- off, punk, I was almost your dad
Peace goin' out to my home boy Lonnie
Together we ain't got no time for no fu--in' rookies
Lyrically superior I'm in it for the money
And much due respect I truly deserve
Cocky as shi-, backin' it all up like reverb
But I truly hope my KI touched a nerve


Verse 3 - GMNT
What we all got in common?
E Luv, DJ VoiceCrack, Mighty Mutehead amen
The Chicago Bears
Don't forget the Psycho Deuce
That vicious D
Provide by the Killer Instinct
And who better to rap about it than GMNT, you see
I caught a lotta flack with my rap about 1-2-3
Well A-B what the motherfu--, you cain't C me
The Terminator and his lyrical tyranny
I go crazy
Berserker method
Is my secret lethal weapon
Cause when you try to fu-- wit' mines, once again it's on
And you know I ain't gon' stop still all the shi-s done
Call me stubborn - call me competitive
All your bullshi- advice is startin' to get repetitive
I know where I am, I know who I am
You oughta know I'm capable of that shi- that'll make you go da-n
I'm limited only
By the infinite possibilities that I can hurt your body
Your whole fu--in' existence is shoddy
I'm talkin' you have no direction as far as I can see
I see what I want - I work hard to get it
But it's gettin' harder with punk motherfu--ers always tryin' to take your shi-
Not lettin' things be
Fu--in' wit' this insatiable, unstable, hand rockin' the cradle GMNT
But it's inexperience
Cause that lesson last album I think you missed
Or else you'd be hesitant
Instead of a pest ever prevalent
You're a punk as- ho
And I'm the Suburban Commando
motherfu--az can’t stay
They all wanna scream out mayday
When it comes to payday
Then I commence the melee
So you better think about the killer instinct
It’s what E’s son’s named for
And I can let you in the door
Yet ya still wanna test
Ya still wanna try
I ask why?
Then I think KI
You'll die