First things first we control the outbursts Lurch like a nurse to your service The worst is yet to hit wax, there's too many new cats That lack the raw ability to work on slip mats Agility is key, need to know how to flex Or church, get religion is your next best bet. You k** me with your d**h threats The mere possibility of coming with some ill enough sh** is worthless You couldn't scratch the surface with a grinder I would've never guessed that you would try to be a dope rhymer Givin' shiners to the toys that think they're dope If I wanted mumbling I would rap with the pope. Nope, he didn't go there at all I'm decorated like an Easter egg You get smacked around like a handball I'm landin' all my shots at the finish You'll be like "I don't want the loss can we call this a Scrimmage?" I don't care about image, I just do me I see your game plan but I don't want to live a movie You know you f**ed up? you're goin' the wrong way One day you'll wake up pimped just like Beyoncé We all say we want to get paid But ain't a whole lot of us that just want to get played Every single one of us thinks we rip it fat If I'm Scarface you get the shaft like Craig Mack You're wack. Pen touch the brain, lightning strike the rod Mike barrage Disjointed, poignant, slightly odd Off the stairs, where? Oops, you might get lost Cross your fingers, boss T minus 1 to liftoff Spring, sport the Air Jakalope tactic, snatch the rope
Grappling hook grab, swing past the moat Platinum magnum welded from melted medallions spoke "Number 1 with a bullet" the quote, membership revoked Slow down, openly grope the pronouns To properly pronounce the whole sound Open your mouth, don't mumble, stumble, or punk out If you don't need your hair parted, duck the f** down Now, you might like to believe that I'm trying to preach I'm trying to keep my back teeth from laughing at me The wise ones They like to size up the speech, hide between tongue and cheek and get To cackling If it's weak They see it even before it gets to tapping its feet to the beat, Y'all Early deterrent system, standard feature We both came here to rock mics Turn it up if you like this Don't stop what we all like Put your hand up in a tight fist My major is intensity, my minor is the beat Any bouncing rhythm and I'll sweep it off its feet I'm bound to wreck shop in any hood or barrio 'cause I crush the competition like I'm Super Mario It goes 1 for the treble and 2 for the ba** Come on y'all, I like the satin and the lace. While battering the place the pace reaches a sprint I curse like the Osbourne's while doing my stint In the summer you tint skin we tint that gla** We keep all cool and roll with the top bra** From top cats to home we keep k**in' them ears You ain't k**ed a show yet but you've been k**in' them years.