I pick pocket this punk nigga, He oblivious, check ya figures//
I change the game like R.O.C., call me the next Jigga//
Pornographic is my flow, map you as I go//
you nothing close to a thug, matter fact yous a ho//
frontin, you spit game,the shit you spit is lame//
If you so damn wise how come you don't know ya name//
I won't hype up my city, Y'all niggaz know where i'm from//
And damn that Young stay winning cuz i already won//
You can't sit back and act like my lyrics ain't affectin//
I infultrate ya mind and make you have multiple erections//
You bust ya load inside ya pants,exhosted as you pant//
and this nigga is so gay his dick points to a slant//
I lyrically shot you in the face twice and i'm still being nice//
Nigga get straight to the point, cuz i love to be percise//
You a small petifile i squash you like bugs//
i'm up in it, you deminished, and i finished you thug//