Since fat crayons, I write and display chaos. My plan is damage.

Letting off ammunition in every direction, Allah is my only protection. But wait a minute, Saddam Hussein prays the same.

Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet, I send out the scribe, now the vibes gigantic.

Since fat crayons, I write and display chaos. My plan is damage.

You know that we are lost when babies are addicted to drugs when they are born.

Where the poison wind blows a deadly plague spreading negativity, viciously unto every city.

Rhyme written in graffiti xeroxed on blueprints, students influenced are now a nuisance.