I had to Take A Break, but I'm back, so stuff your magazine,
you think I'm stuck on gun talk, just my piss still (pistol) makes my bladder scream.
They label me the King, of this thing, 'cause I have a dream,
of terminating rappers, 'cause I'm crackers, a machine..
Imagine your darkest nightmare, I'm a badder scene, a madder fiend,
I turn illusion to reality combining shattered dreams with scattered screams.
How many people do you...