Mathmatician, magician, rapping addiction My written, half of its fiction, physician, crafted for spitting, I'm splitting atoms like fission, envision, wrath em inflicting, it's sickening Half of these vixens is pigeons, after the whips and the chips And acting like chickens, you tripping, trapping, and tripping So listen, Ap is the missing chapter the master edition, envision Crack in the kitchen thats mixed with battery acid thats drippin, I'm droppin a droplet a toxic concotion, a composition The fact or its fiction, I'm givin crackers a whippin, relaxing like a crackmatic adjustable matress precision I rap with precision, I rap ? so radical missions, irradicate the irrational rations last in the distance Give ya forty lashes, lascerate ya ligaments, when Ap will display the raps that activates the ignorance Decapitate an innocent virgin squirming for freedom, I bleed em out, beat em, chop they body up and eat em.