Uh uh uh uh X a few times
Push it back, kid
Step the f** back, k** the drama
I be rippin' n***as like my name was Jeff Dahmer
I'm the mad bomber, droppin dead babies off the roof
Splat flat upon the street, crazy hard like a reef
With a loop and the rhyme I design to cripple punks
Parapalegic, I get strategic with the funk
I process my stress then react on impact
Flip the f**in bigga(?) like the blunt that I pack
With pot, got all types, domestic and exotic
Big words, the mother f**in pimp with narcotics
The drug head thug pulls the plug on ya brain
Then activates the sh** that hits like a freight train
So many rappers hate me cause I'm a sick f**, dude
I'll blow up but you won't and that's tough luck
So let me kick back and smoke my hash
And all the non-believers, you can eat my a**
Up ya f**in nose with the mother f**in hose
Big words, you motherf**in nerds like Pete Rose
I make mad hits just like a cannabis fix I flow
Tick tock just like a bomb about to go off
Body parts and limbs, I lick shots and blood clots
Of so-called friends but (?)
Behind my back, they're talking trash
Cause I cash large cheques and they get vexed when I flex
The complex compulsive, dead celebrity rap repulsive
And so the dead-up result is
They gettin' jealous cause I got the cash
But all the backstabbers you can eat my a**
Phat like a gat like a gun n***a run
Yo my brain's like an uzi and my uzi weighs a ton
Twist your fist around the mic if you wanna
But if you step to me you're goin' out like (?)
Smearin' feces, I increase the deceased
The body count peaks you're dealin' with the dead freak
(?) yo I came to talk business
The snakes are crawlin' out the gra** with the quickness
Talkin' crazy sh** like I should change my style
But f** that bullsh**, I'd rather stay foul
I know I'm gonna have the last laugh
So all you f**in' fakes you can eat my a**