
..im flipping no kicking a varial
the only way you'd blow the speakers is if my dick was a stereo
its not just hype
i ain't stoning jordan to death but i rock the mic
i aint got no deal im not like fuck a pay day
but the only sponsor i have is just in AA
im bound to kill it while bringing its life on back
im thinking i might just snap on this quicker than lightning cracks
im back im back within the rap
no after dinner snack but im a cracker with the kraft
flowing the best vie been doing it right since birth
id confess in the booth cuz the studios like a church
by now you should've realized your rapping is weak in this
so migrate south like a gaggle of geese you bitch
im dirty ain't it obvious im taking this
if cleanliness is close to godliness then im a satanist
whenever im on im going of on mother fucker
holding bowls blowing dro coughing all the nuggets up
often ill be puffing up time to buckle up and stand on my own
so just gimme the crown and hand me the throne
im surpassing the rebels that lead a path in the pebbles
cuz im the one who taught technique to dance with the devil
I hope you felt that im bringing hell back
Cuz the way flow heat on cold beats I melt tracks
theres nothing to lose just gimme a mic cuz
like colin pharrel i stay stuck in the booth
rhyming on sesame street fighting the other crews
battling big birds but your biting from mother goose
no dropping of syringes cuz i got the dope
im the opposite of gingers cuz i got the soul
i was made to melt faces with my hot lava flow
so don't stinky leg this stop drop and roll
lock and load clever and all of the rest
will never be holding there breath but
im severing those that contest
like a GAME of hang man letter by letter your closer to death
bruising the beat is shooting fish in a barrel man
cuz i give the track marks like vie been bingeing on heroin
time to k i to the double l now
call me screaming jay hawkins cuz your under my spell
im calling out