Some of you n***az owe me an apology
Talking extra large sh**
Still knowing that your sk**s is smaller than Nanotechnology
Don't you know your camp be smaller than ant colony
When I say don't challenge me
That's reverse psychology
Ever since 8 Mile battles fascinate America
Free a pay style
Crooked'll a**a**inate your character
This man will straight embarra** ya
Then when I'm sick of your aryan a**
Pull out the mac and evacuate the area
You ain't got sk**s
I'm surprised you got deals
I been in princess cuts, s*uts and hot wheels
Your wack a** is not real
Don't make me act a "Jacka**" like Johnny Knoxville
When I co*k steel
I waste rap has-beens
Leave you in a trash bin
a**hole naked with your face mask bashed in
Your hoe wants me
I takes that a** then
She gave me face and said it tastes like lamb skin
Labels tell me "Come blow us up"
Since I left from d**h Row they wanna know whats up
Some of 'em got they own agenda, wanna slow us up
This one's for all of my n***az, they wanna know whats what
Got my own organization, we 20 men deep
Dynasty slappin your face, n***a
My city been sleep, my semi sent heat
If n***az don't act like they 5 pairs of legs and give me ten feet