n*GGA im a highschool nerd/when i get in the booth i drop jewels like a terd
the way i rocks it is to toxic,you can blame my rhymes on the global warmin/
if i get a mic ya whole fam will be mournin/i skeet on cats like a kleenex
with a flock that roc hot fire like a pheonix/fools cant match the vibe that im cut'n/
soon as i heard the 1st bar i hit the snooze button/
just catchin sum z's /because the cold flow got my balls the size of bee-bee's
not much to what it do/when my crew come through/
wack rappers get stroked like a petting zoo/
its simple,the rhymes write themself/
dont give a damn if my tracks hit the shelf/
im just tryin to stack chips like a damn keebler elf
dear lord, i dont go to church that often
but imma hold you down till im in this coffin
you see mista g-o-d/ i been killin cats wit raps
now i know i shouldnt do it/
but when i get up on the mic its like i betta pursue it/
aint really out for the glam and glitz/
but the rhymes catch ya eye like a nice pair of tits/
sum cats carry biscuits/on the hips
that'll shoot the square right out of ya lips
but tell me how does that fit/wit this rap shit
i make cats wanna quit/wit the shit i spit
dont sweat it/sum brothas gotta chief
but dont mistake me for a thug wit gold teeth
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