(Anonymous)nso tootsie (?) get the f**k back to your seat cuz I don't likenyou!nn(Slug)nHey Spawn tell me a jokenHahahahahanHey yo Spawn, what you doing?nHahahaha!nn(Slug)nI sever heads just to sharpen my skillsnZoom in on braids like a John Carpenter killsnSurprise, that's the element, your confidence is delicatenNever recuperates, I leave you mute and celibate nBreak the victim down to a jelly consistencynThe brain twisted spits, now tell me who gets with menI felt they were listening and the smell of fear amps menSweet tooth, room full of candy rappers, I get antsynMission activated, attention captivatednVocals ring bring the so-called king on-stage assassinatednYou're nice, where you from?nThat's the question I asknDistraction got struck pull their heart out their assnThe blast is nuclear, when the crew appearsnSo seek shelter, the only helpful advicenIs that you should steer clear of the exitsnI take reps and make messesnBroken, when the spot closes we're off to breakfastnInvested breath, skills, adrenalinenRefill the guth (?) into my hut to build with the pen againnFrom Henipen to Lexington the first section conquerednLaid seeds in the soil, preeped to props and honornn(Spawn)nIt's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?nIt's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?nIt's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?nnIt's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?nn(Slug)nCan't expect everyone to see shit the way I see itnCan't expect anyone to be dope the way I be itnSo be it, atmosphere leaks through like sunbeamsnTo snap you like a bungee when the Sayers takes the countrynHungry, and this emptiness makes me grumpynTake an emcee, stuff him between some bread cheese and lunch meatnIt's just a snack, rely on Ant to thrust a tracknInto his mind as I slip behind the whack and crush his backnMust react, if we don't we have no worthnSo I stomp him, let his team remove remains upon the AstroturfnNow who's eager? To be made a believer?nIt wakes the dead when I shake a rival's head until his teeth hurt nknee jerk, when I yank your brain into a fevernAnd melt the weak channels in your receivernYou need to keep your beaver in your pantsnF**k your leisure and your plansnI wear a Van Halen T-shirtnBust a stance and crush your plansnIt's all inside the flows balance, we figure wellnYour style has the personality of a speaking spellnYou need development to reach the plateau I'm atnSo take a fat step back so I don't mistake you as a batnn(Spawn)nIt's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?nIt's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?nIt's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?nIt's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?