Battle In A Minefield

[Verse]
I punch you dead in the face to take whatever that you got
For being in the wrong spot with a fancy new watch
Shoes off for fools dropped to they abusive loss
It ain't rap no more, it's called for Hellion Cruel-Hop
In a science-proof box generated by rappin'
Laughing haters I clap 'em, with nickel-plated Mach 10's
Ask them, I put the pistol forward, shiniest chrome
Leave thoughts open to freestyle from the top of ya dome
I'm stalking the flow, eternally haunting ya soul
To target my foes and charge tremendously bomb and explode
It's too hard to cope with this explicit and twisted
The sickest inscriptions encrypted on hieroglyphics
Pyro physics explained to the point of verbal shredding
Fire lyrics of rage that made me a burning weapon
Murder legends claiming they better then me in a session
Their weakest confessions off the beat still they be stressing
Like peasants, I strive to keep my productivity
To spit the most rhymes of pure artillery
To endure my agility, I'll curse you spiritually
And little did we know that you was stuck in Little Italy
Lyrically killin' enemies for centuries, too dead to be
Better than me? We ready with the heavy metal weaponry
Wouldn't take the chance, you be dealing with ya life
I be evil in it's prime, with my sweepers and my Nines
Put my heater to the side but it still goes up and down
When I eject the first round on you bustas and you clowns
And I'm taking back the town, affiliations international
We spit on ya crown of monarchy before we blastin' you
And damage you, we savage too, no need to battle you
Cuz you can get ya brains splattered if I'm mad at you
Harass you with the truth, my title heavyweight champion
Enhanced with clappers and a shock factor like Marylin Manson
Bury you in ya mansion to join the previous has-beens
Of colorblinded maggots scared of my devious absence
Fact is, I'm taking control of ya destiny where death would be
Eternally multiplied on snitches wanna mention me
Fuck rest in peace, you'll exceptionally die endlessly
Make you good for nothing muthafuckas taste the penalties
Your neck will be twisted 360 degrees
Imma beast in the flesh and Death is lookin' for Thee
You see, I paralyze rappers, pop they bubbles of dreams
I'm the trouble you see with lyrically double the speed
Make you suffer misery, I bring the ruckus to ya team
When the weed activates, ya inner form of speech
I can read you, possess you to commit my hellish deeds
You cherish the beats while I have producers beg on they knees
My chrome piece lift you off the track like a machine
Designed to kill and rid the world off MC's
I make 'em bleed the slow way as I unfold hate
Fo-fo's spray, ya soul tamed, you better roll away
Fuck ya profit starving artists, claiming you the hardest
I slay suckas want it, you be racing with some monsters
Darkest, type of individual you listen to
His syllables are killing you and that's what I call pitiful
You minimal, I finish you with a effortless punch
That'll defecate ya lunch, weapons? Yeah, I got a bunch...
Of 'em, blastin' every day, tell me where you at
You rappers are overrated 'til I'm 'bout ta' smack...
The shit out ya face goes along with the taste
So long for you fakes, I eat 'em like steaks
It's an odd obsession, every bar of mine is weapons
That incriminates you very far with a lesson
To not fuck with El Bandito when he's rhyming a sentence
Sniping ya henchmen, unforgivable lies of deception
My perfection speaks fluent concrete dope rhymes
No suggestions needed, my flow shines
You wanna hop on board, better synchronize the time
More dangerous than CIA and Taliban combined
Ya next try is your demise when you fuckin' with mines
A battle to the death, this is no homicide
My superb verbs, upgraded skills for inheritance
Nothing to prove, muthafucka devilish terrorist