I stack up like a wedding cake//I'm the feeling in ya stomach that you get right after you ate//My rhymes...I got shitloads like elephant dong//As good as it gets like right-handed I could never be wrong//Like Popeye eating Spinach my delivery's strong//And like a suicidal baby you ain't livin' that long//Messing wit' me is like a game of craps//You win some you lose some but don't bet back