Yea, ya boy Priest on the track,
flow so dope shawty, call it ear crack,
this the type a beat make ya booty go smack,
this sh** so sick it done had a heart-attack,
I spit so fresh I bet I could sell a mill,
but because there's too many Slim Shadys I can't get a deal,
so I gotta rob, gotta cheat, gotta steal,
there's too many fakes out here so I gotta keep it real,
when I'm talkin' to ya girl, gettin' up in them panties,
youse a lame a** n***a, and that's why you can't stand me,
find me in ya shawty's crib, layin' back while she hand me,
n***a I'ma take ya b**h, what you can't understand me?
you by yo'self, me and yo' b**h,
she on my dick while you light ya spliff,
and I'ma do ya girl till she go stiff,
I'm a real a** n***a n***a that's the diff',
yea n***a f** you and ya whole damn crew,
f** n***as gone do what f** n***as gone do,
so hit the dirt when I slide through,
'cause I got a pack of doggs that will find you,
so go ahead and try me if ya wanna see if it's fake,
and I will bust ya head n***a, take it on faith,
come and find me homie amd I'll show you ya fate,
stuffed in a oil drum in the bottom the lake,
'cause I'm trill my n***a,
can't sit still my n***a,
ask about me in the A,
I'm a real a** n***a,
what's the deal my n***a?
how ya feel my n***a?
oh, for real? let me go and grab the steel my n***a,
I aint talkin' 'bout guns homie, talkin' 'bout my knives,
I like it slow and painful when I'm takin' n***as lives,
matter fact the same way as when I'm takin' n***as wives,
sh** the b**h set him up, that's why I fly her to St. Ives,
might be a D-Grade n***a, but I do Grade-A sh**,
find ya girl in the club booty-poppin' on my dick,
at first you might be thinkin' who is this trick?
when ya realize it's ya baby mama this sh** makin' you sick,
all the hoes say I'm cold, that's why I carry two heaters,
white wife beaters, blue Addidas,
we ride big trucks, don't do two seaters,
pack my girl like a lunch, now it's time to go eat 'er,
can't turn her to a housewife, so why take her to dinner,
I got more chicken-heads than the trash at Mrs. Winners,
still chokin' on my sh**, baby girl you a beginer,
used to be a good man, ya throat game made me a sinner. You hatin' on me 'cause I'm a diamond b**h,
you a dirty a** broad and I'm shinin' b**h,
don't be mad at my hustle 'cause I'm grindin' b**h,
aint my fault you make your money ridin' dick,
and stay away from my n***a 'cause our love is true,
you can stop begging b**h, he don't love you boo,
you need to get a tool kit to tighten all your screws,
'cause everybody did you and that's why you loose,
b**h how you gonna be a hoe, don't even swallow,
"Don't lose a drop", that is my motto,
now you getting mad, face red as a tomatoe,
hatin' on me 'cause ya man hit the lotto,
and I was first prize, I can see it in your eyes,
don't know if it's the money or it's me that you despise,
when I'm with ya n***a all we do is fantasise,
about all the positions he can get between my thighs,
and you call him a thug, b**h what's wrong with that?
his lovin' last long and his dick is P.H.A.T.,
I'm addicted to this n***a like the boy was crack,
you aint gotta worry girl I'll pick up the slack,
'cause you aint hit it right, or he wouldn't be in my bed,
with my a** in the air, my legs up behind my head,
while he working that tounge down between my legs,
he say when it comes to p**y shorty mine's the best,
that's because I keep it clean, my kitty stay fresh,
your sh** like a skunk and been beat to d**h,
I only f** one n***a, you f** all the rest,
you trickin' a** hoe better get the test,
you behind home plate, catching all kinds of sh**,
then you f** another n***a, play pa** the sick,
and when he piss in the morning his sh** go drip,
and he got little bumps growing on his dick,
yea, you need to k** yaself 'cause you worthless as a person,
your good for a quick f**, other than that b**h you're nothin',
you make me so mad b**h I'm gonna blow a gasket,
can't wait for you to die so I can piss on your casket.
b**h hit the dirt!