I'm servin these raps like wild shot from pimped out cadillacs
Don't step to the mic i'll leave you charred gnarled and flat
Cuz two 20's at the belt wouldn't shake you as bad as 12 words from my mouth
When Adam and Eve ate from the tree maybe it was a bud of weed, now we're all intellectuals
Controlled by testicals with venom no ventricles
And after we educate the masses they'll be powerless burning in their houses
These oportunists servin malice