It's always my time no clocks
With rhymes chill like dope spots
And I pop the sh** that got lil jojo shot
Believe it or not, this fellow rapping to you is a problem
And i kick a** all year long from fall to Autumn My advice don't start him
Cuz I spit twisted like the p**n of a who*e gettin her a** fisted by both arms and no harm to her insides have been inflicted
You're in the presence of a prick who get lit n lifted
Whippin stick shifts shifting
Grinding your gears all the way down to the bone
Stealing furniture evicting rappers out of homes
Attack of the clones, warzones sorry but the stores closed
So please control your hormones and b**h ways
Or else we'll gut your a** and put you out front as the display
You still want to diss me here follow me this way
Come to my house party grab that knife ill show you how the kid play