My introduction

Verse 1 
I put my life in this game and vow to always kill it 
Make you [bad word]  feel it with blood I gotta spill it fo real 
I got a lifeliine of thoughts up in a lifetime 
beast of burned words that blazed just at the right time 
Heat my own fury and spwak with no worries 
No trial [bad word] a judge I can be my own jury 
In no hurry I'm raw like [bad word] scenes with no rubbers 
And I'll rip like torn seams 
cursed [bad word] on wax and not plastic 
I'm here to shake the world with a verse that's so drastic 
Go spastic with mics beats and sarcastic speech 
Til your parents scream 'That kids fantastic!' 
Went from the corners in hoods with slurred words 
40 bottles, white girls in suburbs 
Now I'm here to reach out to anyone with an ear 
The new Johnny's in town I'm taking over this year 

CHORUS 
(I'd like to make an introduction)  [bad word]  
(I'd like to make an introduction) 
(I'd like to make an introduction) 
It's the H-U-S-
(I'd like to make an introduction)  [bad word] [bad word]  
(I'd like to make an introduction) 
(I'd like to make an introduction) 
It's the H-U-S-

Verse 2 
I'm a Detroit villian from streets 
Where the cold can crush a man in just 0 degrees and emcees 
Can spit sick flows in the streets to sick beats 
We get dirty in the and the dirt is discreet 
Rub me the wrong way and I'll spark and cry pain 
I'm a walking matchstick with gasoline in my veins 
I'm known to shape shift on rappers that ain't [bad word] 
Put ya best emcee to the test he can't spit 
I come from the city of boom and Motown 
When the [bad word] gets thick in the it goes down 
It's like the wild wild west and I'm Billy the Kid 
Silly of kids to go against the realest at this 
For all you other [bad word] with nerve can get served 
Or come to a fork in the road and don't swerve  [bad word] I'm not your friend this time you met your maker 
Not the butcher, the baker or the candlestick maker 

CHORUS 

Verse 3 
I can't stand it when I think to much 
Sick thoughts drive me drunk and I start to lose touch 
My thoughts turn into homicidal poetry 
Every time I murda these beats you gotta know it's me 
I step to the plate with a sense of hip-hop 
Cuz it's kill or be killed when I rhyme or get shot 
Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk 
Cuz you know phony rappers get outlined in chalk 
I'm the king of my own throne the rest are bystanders 
Walking the streets with a grudge like Highlanders 
Where I'm from the smiles are just frowns 
And when the guns go up somebody comes down 
Dark clouds cover my city all day 
And the sun doesn't shine in the spots that we play 
We rip mics and turn verse to presentation 
So you can see in our world exactly what we facin? 

CHORUS