Bling Bling step in the club, showered with diamond rings,
Watch the fella's freestylin getting eyed up by the pimps
Grab the mic like a bulls balls spill blood on all four walls
'Ain't any one of you homies gonna buy me a drink?'
Lyrically sick admitted to the clinic for the use of profanity
I spit on every man standing next to me,
Dance with me, and if you impress me then we can get down
Get around quicker than a two dollar hoe in the worlds smallest town
In a drop top, roof low down so chicks can be spying my crown,
But if they trying to steal it then they treading on uneven ground
Knocked out in the first round, like they addicted to loss
They come back for a ear bashing when they know that FanTa's the boss
Crack open a can, dehydrated? then let me quench your thirst
When i appear at your funeral, i'ma crash into your hurse
Don't know whats worse, you saying you rhyme better or you tryin to prove?
That you ripped the mic better, your dignity's gone, whats left to lose