Dime I turn this shit to
Pandemonium I
Bring it to you like you never had before
It's the Sultan of Slang
Glass be shattering, eh
Cats be scattering, I
Make em run for cover, what now?

I'll kick your shit in
Only leave splinters on the door hinge
Dime's in this mah-fuckah
And now everybody forfeits
My cliques run like poor kids
Who rock Jordans
And whose cell phone bills
Be more than your fucking mortgage
Dusted and drunk pushing a full clip
Drinking till I'm neaseous
And vomit in your sink
And on your floor sit
I rep the orphans
Xanax and extorsion
Girls who've had abortions
Done more drugs than Jim Morrison
My shit ain't butter
It's like nuclear waste
I'll bite your fucking head
And leave one of my tooths in your face
Who could replace me, kid?
I'm the illest to spit
As real as it gets
I drop it for the feelings and cliques
Everybody's willing to quit
Now that I still in my shit
I run up on you
Aim into your grill and then spit
"Man, why you always gotta say that shit
why you write so rough?"
I break off rappers arms
So they can't even pick their mics up

Dime I turn this shit to
Pandemonium I
Bring it to you like you never had before
It's the Sultan of Slang
Glass be shattering, eh
Cats be scattering, I
Make em run for cover, what now?
It's the Sultan of Slang

Yo, hold up for a beer break.
What are you doing man?
Hold up for a beer break.
You're in the middle of a motherfucking song, dog.
Ahhh.
You almost done? What're you doing? Let's get back to this shit man.

Guns they blast
And cats they run rampant
Me and my clique we run deeper
Then fucking Big Pun's casket
I sick bats
And hang with black boys that get to drumming
And beat off all over your pillow
So you can feel just how I'm cumming
Face first
All my competitors they taste dirt
Cuz I make the bitches scream
Just like when your neighbor was in labor
You might as well rock in a gay shirt
You are a fucking homo (?)
Every word I speaks
Like having chrome up to your dome, bro
Jump through your speakers
This shit is sweetie
No need to say the name
Y'all probably got the fucking CD
Each these rappers in step
They underneath me
Cuz see these
All they need me
Like my tongue greasy (?)
I'm sick of all y'all spitting
In your doorways
I'm gonna grab you by your uvula
And tug it till your skull caves
When Dime drops the mic
You know it's fucking finished
Cuz I shit on rappers
Like there's Metamucil in my Guinness

Dime I turn this shit to
Pandemonium I
Bring it to you like you never had before
It's the Sultan of Slang
Glass be shattering, eh
Cats be scattering, I
Make em run for cover, what now?
It's the Sultan of Slang

That's right. Stank Breff the drunk. Pissing in your areas. Jumping through your stereos. Dirty words. Detroit rock city. Paradime, motherfuckers.

They don't call him the Detroit Butcher for nothin'.