i'm the best, bar-none...good bars, u got none
ya took a chance facin me, "went out on a limb" but got hung
While you mingle, i rip shingles, break ya roof like a fat Chris Cringle
Envy grapped his penis pump when he heard Budden's first single
im ya savior from these bladen lyrics leave ya ass on ice like figure skaters
eh playa...all ya writtens get dismissed like ya producin waivers
picture ya life line skippin, my clips slippin out the glock
bitch or not, bein a writer...explains him runnin the 'block
I sleep in an still eat him for brunch...CAPATALIZE on u wit a dunce
ya flows like mailin mannequin arms...aint packin a real punch
so in time ull see that even tho im a rookie ur weak shit cant push me
cause as soon as u checked in u went down on ur luck, like eatin Leprachaun pussy