I be da opposite of tylenol, Im givin you pain//
U should be a schoolteacher way u given dudes brain//
Best believe me, I’m coo like a summa day’s breeze be//
I’ll be 3 feet from u and u still cant see me//
U supposed to be murdera, but ya killin~lacks~a~killa/
I’ll make a beat on ya chest like a silva~back~gorilla//
If u knew me, u’d see im straight clutch like a jumpshot//
And I promise you nigga, I don’t airball shit wit a gun shot//
Im da game’s new outfit…i’ll change rap, my shit’ll do plenty//
Only change you gon’ be seein is nickels and pennies//
Facin you aint even playoffs, but a downgrade from ex-hi-bi-tion,//
I don’t need da escalade, I’ll hit u wit da ex-pe-di-tion//
I-bet-u-wishin dat ya verse dont get shrugged-to-waste//
Cuz my flava’s too much for ya taste buds to taste//