Mic check 1, 2 on the way to third
Flow sick; put a straight jacket on my words
So sick, they think that something's in the herb
They think i'm gone, but i'm fine like a woman's curves
My personality is far from your reality, i'm closer to your girl,
now come on ho don't embarra** me! There is no comparising
This right here be kerosene, carousel, parasail, im higher than everything
When I spit u cant drink it like your 17
I can show a million pair of eyes that they've never seen,
And I can do this in whatever the weather brings
Pica**o couldn't paint a better scene, colossal
Now give me the mike and i'll rock like a f**in fossil
I'm mad at the track, and i'll beat it like H