Im grimey as fuck. I smack NIGGAS 4 NO REASON/
Ya flow is weak. Im in a DIVISION WIT RAW DEMONS/
I spit the kinda "heat" dat the MAVERICKS CANT FUCK WIT/
Im somethin like a god cause the AVERAGE MAN SUCK DICK/
You claim you got the juice, but i BUBBLE LIKE A SODA CAN/
Im GUTTA AND I'LL FOLD YA MANS. U aint FUCKIN WIT A SOLDIER PLANS/
I RUN WIT NIGGAS HOLDIN GRAMS. We GOT THE STREETS FEINDIN/
1800 on my new chain and OCK, MY PIECE FREEZIN/
If you feelin lucky, den TRY TO ROB and get a WIRED JAW/
My LINES IS RAW. Somebody should give yall niggas some TYLENOL/
You GHETTO? PLEASE. Dog, I be wit HELLA G'S wit FELONIES/
You'll NEVA BE a hustler. I "lose pounds" like HEAVY D/
Ask the people dat copp from me. NIGGAS LUV THA WEED SON/
I grind while you at home watchin In LIVING COLOR RE-RUNS/
By the time the show done, im FINSHED WIT 4 BLUNTS/
You dont want beef, you sweeter den CINNAMON TOAST CRUNCH/
Nuttin CHANGED. HEAR ME OUT/
Im like "Chicken Noodle Soup" wit my gun. I'll head to ya block, den let it RAIN AND CLEAR IT OUT/
Bitch im a GUTTA SOLDIER WIT TALL STACKS/
And IDK why you think you spittin "heat". SUMMERS OVER SO "FALL BACK"/(LOL)
IMMA COBRA WIT RAW RAPS, I got vemon that'll RATTLE SNAKES/
My BATTLE'S GREAT, cause every verse I drop is like a BAG OF BASE/
I FRACTURE YALL COWARDS cause ya RAPS IS ALL SOUR/
You couldnt fuck wit me if you had some DRAGONBALL POWERS/
I got dub chunks of butta THE SIZE OF YA BITCH NIPPLES/
You shoutin out my name's like DECIDIN TA GET CRIPPLED/
You dummies bout to make me pull my KNIFE AND SLICE THROATS/
The lines dat you spit is older den the PRICE IS RIGHT HOST/
And I dont care if you hatin. You can BITE ME. IM THE SHIT OCK/
I'll pop slugs at ya feet and turn ya NIKE'S INTO FLIP FLOPS/
Im tired of you Ne-Yo Faggits THINKIN YOU SO SICK/
I'll make you sick alright. I'll have you DRINKIN YA OWN PISS/
Im GRIPPIN A CHROME CLIP, and when THEY GON SHOOT/
Den you'll be in a "tighter spot" than a PAY PHONE BOOTH/
Aint nobody das in the hustle GAME TOPPIN MY PIFF BAGS/
Beatin me is like seein GAME ROCKIN A CRIP FLAG/
If rap was Jail time, You KNOW IM LIFTIN DEM WEIGHTS/
Keep thinkin dat You Debo and imma THROW A BRICK IN YA FACE/
Every bar dat I be spittin is CRACK HEATED PERFECTION/
Me and rap go together like FAT PEOPLE AND SECONDS/
If its beef, den im BLASTIN YALL JOKERS/
You like dem dudes dat be gettin shitted on in dem BASKETBALL POSTERS/
My Real niggas BANG AND BRAWL. Rob you for ya CHAIN AND ALL/
Slugs'll turn ya throwback jersey into a TRAININ BRA/
I'm tired of dudes dat POST LAME RHYMES/
You really dont belong here like white bitches in the SOUL TRAIN LINE/
I overlap niggas like a king. You could eat my ROYAL DUST/
Im hotter than the shower you take after the TOILET FLUSH/