i get ya shook, lookin like your pail,
i flow like a storm, you gettin hit wit the hail,
while i keep on goin to the top, ya'll know i'ma provaile,
your 5-9 record means that you failed as many coctails as it takes,
i'ma shake ya til ya break, you ain't gotta contiplate,
you just a rookie tryna make a move,
but ya know ya gunna lose, i eat like wings from quaker state n lube,
i'ma rappa wit different majors,
i'm like ice cream i come wit all different flavors,
i come thru n scoop ya hoe up in the benz,
next time you see me i'll have her n her friends