I'mma push my advance up and over the budget
If rap dont work,
I'mma punch my A&R in his chest till his shoulders touchen

I came up, I don't deal with lame fucks
I'll just "beat you flat out" like hitting topless A-cups

I'm tired of mc's and they crappy disc's
I'll punch death in the face,
and walk around the hood with ashy fists

you're a verbal virgin, a metaphor misfit
always "ducking heads" like red light districts

catch a round to the get, I clown you fuccs
it's like you giving oral to leprachauns,
"going down on yah luck"