Do My Thing

[Intro: Sample]
Do my thing (Do what?)
Pick up the mic high, high

[Chorus x4: Samples]
Let me show you exactly how I do my thing (Do what?)
Pick up the mic high, high

[Verse 1]
Fuckin' with me is like many doses of ill cirrhosis
My killas closest to peelin' foes with the will of Moses
I part domes and spark tones from breakin' mics
Makin' nights hell for those who sell them fakin' types
Biogenesis, it's exasperatin' man no matter the gap
I splatter your physical, lyrical lives
I batter at a rate of speed to make you bleed from the inner
Just a beginner then I inner bustin' the sinners
The crimson crust turns to dust 'cause I need it
Lungs bleed it, niggas layin' defeated but you couldn't see it
Notes, I put 'em like remotes to your body
The shotty smokes for copyin' folks and leave 'em sloppy
Insane inside the putrified, D assigns
The G implies, slide like astroglide in your backside
In darkness, mark wrists, provide targets
Embark artists and their heart is [?] with a scarred [?]
Lines are parallel and excel like monoliths
Don fail never clever and if you ever find a male
To match up, throw the stats up, envision
Cranial incisions, the Killer Christian's in a prison
My mind state debates at the gates of Hades
I'm sick as rabies and ladies remain cajun of Mercedes
Eighty proof liquor to knock a nigga horizontal
You find your mom bruised, a ton of blind dudes and figure
I'ma find you, I'm good at the hunt stunts, once
I pick up scents of hemoglobin, I'm open like a cunt, yeah

[Chorus x4: Samples]
Let me show you exactly how I do my thing (Do what?)
Pick up the mic high, high

[Interlude]
Lay it on thick

[Verse 2]
You know the motive like a locomotive, I show the focus
And elevate your data like you own a Lotus
I'm known to smoke shit like hickory, picture me losin'
I'm usin' my mental matter to splatter niggas like Sicily
It'll be fatal, killings prenatals how I play you
When will you wake up? Be the only guy you [?] your cradle
Comes dissected, dejected if they're defective
Man forget it, fatter skills call anorectics
I set it up like Nicaragua, bitch I scar ya
No tomorrow, the horrors when you step into my parlor
You know the father, I whip niggas into submission
For cash flow and bash mad foes as far dread goes
It's nothin' but doom as I entomb and exhume
The next tunes vex soon as I connect booms
With my cerebral, me and my people cuttin' down a feeble
My steeple's poison destroyin' the many evils (Evils, evils, evils)

[Chorus x4: Samples]
Let me show you exactly how I do my thing (Do what?)
Pick up the mic high, high

[Interlude]
Yeah, continuin' with the filth

[Verse 3]
You can't amass or surpass the elevation
The hell I'm raisin', it's amazin' like gazin' through bashed glass
My style's brutal, the results are quite heinous
You get wet like rain is, fuckin' famous when I'm bustin' anus
My game is, plain as my name is, the Killer Christian
I fill your pistons and hittin' like ill addictions
Mixin' Hennessy and Alizé in the alleyway
Plus blunts, enough once that wanna go the violent way
Like Stallone, I'm prone for demolition
Man, a specialist plus in a bitchin' clan, it's effortless
The display, the power of one
The hour has come for cowerin' scum to be hung
Devoured and done while some run but can't escape once
It's elemental at any venue, I send you through the hell that real men knew
So when will you stop frontin'?
'95 and ya still sayin' nothin', nothin'

[Chorus x8: Samples]
Let me show you exactly how I do my thing (Do what?)
Pick up the mic high, high