Chorus:
I'm in the hot zone now about to blow up,
while ya'll steady spitting all I do is throw up.
Every chump I ate up I digested the wrong way,
Jigga made a song cry but I'd rather give ya'll this gibberish and make a song play. (2x)

Verse 1:
You dudes the kind to take all sorts of drugs when you talk on these boards,
I'm the type of cat to make a thug take a walk to the Lord.
My fam. told me go hard when I express on this pentium,
with you lazy weak kids I serve my raps with minerals like Centrium.
Let me show ya'll how I play around with words like a Sesame Street marathon,
my notes produce a harmony like no other but similar to Sarah Vaughn.
I flip the script and rearranged my style since a lot of men on here don't like to read CAPS,
if this PC had a beat I'll prove how I succeed in raps and lead tracks.
I'm extraordinaire like that star in the sky off by itself but always felt,
been hungry for a long time so hear me when I belch.
Excuse me, my screen manners my parents have never taught me,
but my skills to bust your ass with these lyrics increased sharply to make any dotted line I sign costly.
I'm a beast on this rap thing like sitting in the dungeon with Frankenstein, Godzilla, Freddy Kruger, and Medusa,
the microphone bruiser but right now I'm typing sentences ya'll not used to.
Understand I do this thing while sitting in a suit and tie at a desk at work,
you homo's relax at home meditating agitated cause see you can't create in a dress or a skirt.
I'm not your average brother that stands in a circle saying nothing but spitting in ya face,
I'm a savage in this game with others running through life's hussle I'm patiently waiting sitting at the end of the race.
I'll hold the finish line down and only I could do it cause I ain't pussy but I'm hot like syphillis,
man you crabs ain't got one line that could touch this ridiculous gibberish.

Chorus:
I'm in the hot zone now about to blow up,
while ya'll steady spitting all I do is throw up.
Every chump I ate up I digested the wrong way,
Jigga made a song cry but I'd rather give ya'll this gibberish and make a song play. (2x)

HOLLA AT YA FAM.!

GET AT THIS GIBBERISH FOLK!

CHECK ME OUT!

HOLLA AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YA'LL THINK. OLD JOINT BUT NEED MORE FEEDBACK.

hey isnt la familia dead?...ahh ok rhyme