| Whoo! |
| This shit hard, boy |
| Yo, call me a zodiac killah |
| Hard shot of liquor to a Cognac sipper |
| Rap spitter flow, I’m the illest, slash, iller ex-crack dealer, cold |
| I’m a polar cap peeler |
| Capricorn just for lyin' to gorillas |
| Get Cancer from the smoke, 69's how I get her |
| This just a small version but the posse’s bigger |
| My finger-ram trigger 'bout to Aries in ya |
| Yeah, it’s like the dawning of Aquarian |
| The sign says, get your point across Sagittarian |
| But I just see food, pescetarian |
| Feel this cut, all up in your guts — that’s Cesarean |
| You can weigh me on a scale, legendary or barbarian |
| Tell ‘em Libra ‘fore I bury ‘em |
| I’m a bully, a friend of yours ain’t a friend of mine |
| The only shooter that’s in the gym, is Gemini |
| Yeah, Mr. Meth, Uncle Nu |
| Zodiac killers |
| And who the f is you? |
| Wu-Tang Clan rocks the world baby |
| Now can I get a soo? |