Step on tha stage drunk green everybody smellt ma cloud,
ur text is colder than mother theresa in her burial shroud,

Step up to mic's drunk my vison was uncertain,
masacure was layed down wen they pulled up the curtain,
no u can't call me dady me an ur moms jus flurtin,

Drop that stage of handy,
women say im hot but no one said im friendly,
sparkin on remedy, rip shoes off inside bentley,
aparantly u lissen to my verses intentley,
Follow-Up can go back Bitch Slaped hisface gentley,

Nostradamous predicted me thomas now Green peals bannanas an smokes blunt in the bahamas,
ur Text so foul ur oudr is dirty lamas, Is it dark or u scared cause its 8p.m. an u already in ur pajamas.