Its that time again for the snakeyes to reign/
Terror and pain as i dance for the rain/
Fuck any jewelry or fat gold chains/
My style goes the distance like Prefontane/
All that materialistic shit slows the train/
No need to change, i stay the same/
See I don't be rapping bullshit that may sound strange/
I know my shit cuz i take out info from my own page/
While wanabe gansta rappers set the stage/
They amuse ignorant fans at a fast rate/
One catch phrase is all you need to get da fame/
Cancerous jingle sounding wack and lame/
But still some suckas think it sounds tight/
Hoes, bitches and gun fights and living the lavish life/
What can i say, thats what they do to get paid/