its that kid thats gonna fire up da room
about to rise to da top like a hellium ballon
can u smell wat herbal is cookin? i blow brains
when i spit it gets ugly like macy gray
ill run thru ure house & tell ure fam to move out
have yall living in da trash can like oscar da grouch
u dont want it wit herb fag im just too much
ure money is real small like white gurls butts
aint no question bout my skills dog herbs a killa
thas why i carry more metal than bob the builder
in hip hop i get mad love gurls luv me bad dog
plus my dik stays up in ya gurl like tampon
listen when im rippin take notes on wat i say
cuz my flows is off da chain like a run away slave
i aint fallin off any time soon so expect me
bitch if i sneezed yall still coudn bless me
im like da mississipi river cuz i always flow
i carry heavy metal and i dont mean rock and roll
i know ure little tiny point tryin to start no beef
cuz da only block yall holding down is sesame street
aint no question bout my future dog herbs a star
im so tight the kkk was harlem shakin in my backyard
dont test me bitch wen i flow yall dead
yall faggets cant see me like da back of ya head
so wen im chillin wit yo chick u better get scared
cuz yo chick stays on my dick like pubic hairs
northern touch u think ure ill but ure not
I could set ya on fire & u still woudn be hot
im gettin big dog so dont bring up old dirt
ill have ure mom c walkin at my mutha fukin concert