im in the same cell with oj and mike tyson//
i dont wanna be a wide reciever or a juicy substance//
i just wanna be a leader is that to much to ask//
is the world that afraid of my un political ass//
so they link me in here with these two bullies//
one killed his sister and the other bit a ear off fully//
and there in here beat mixin and battlin//
pistol wippin words as fast as an anti-acid//
but that shit wont work on me cause im the flu in your stream//
ill mix up your blood so much it will curdle untill it turns into grease//
cause im on fire now and its the grease in my stream that keeps my gas up full throttle so i can spit fire at your dreams//
and end it all in one torch like when you were 4 on your porch//
dreamin of bein a rapper and bumpin in your new thousand porche//
but thats all your good for is dreamin of bein adord//