ah bass this is whats up

I don't stop poppin da gat until the flame die out/
i'll turn ya "dome" to a plane ya brains "fly out"/

i'm ah win this battle cuz i have no choice/
when i slice ya vocal box out ya throat i won't have to tell you to take the "bass" out ya voice/

ya flows are like excersise ya body body gets use to repetition/
its like hot sause ballin against ya grandma ya no competition/

i'm da hardest on da mic cuz i spit da tightest rap/
bitch i'll have you in positions were you doin the harlem shake wit ya knee caps/

even if you were rappin next to the sun ya flows wouldn't be bright/
where ya clothes to small while you rap is the only way ya flows gone come out tight/

this is like a puppy goin against a grizzly bear/
ya rhymes are gay like dat one man in the "salon" doin dum hoes hair/


lets get it poppin