Lockjaw

Where's the intruder?
 (Looks like he went to the tower)
 Before I rock raps I drink a keg of Listerine
 Then I spit the freshest rhymes you'll ever hear for centuries
 Then I form blazing sword and cut your mic cords
 And kill them garbage rhymes only your friends get hype for
 Blitz your home team them niggas need to come clean
 So I give 'em an acid wash like old school Levi jeans (lockjaw)
 Crackin' a faulty frame
 And I bring the house down without hijackin' planes
 Lock stocked with two smokin' barrels and will use it
 To fuck up more beats per minute than drum n' bass music
 Trunks ain't a rapper he's a monster from the future
 Twistin' your body in more positions than Kama Sutra
 Smart-ass gettin' the Last Word with Jim Rome
 With a right hand like Doctor Claw that's known for breakin' bones
 (I'll get you next time gadget, next time)
 We can have a close encounter of the fucked up kind
 (Time warp, set on)