[Intro]
Ooh, I sound like Trey Songz, I sound like Michael Jackson
[Verse]
Yo... There's levels to this sh**, the underground, the better
This track's wetter because I run this spit, where's my letter?
Send her, text messages, she gonna let me hit, car accidents
Then I dip, zip your lip, sh**, lock it, Maid Marian
As I run this hit, Sonic, no contacting him
Hit the road with Jack and no insurance
Endurance ensuring I'll be exploring more, words are door-hinges
This is just practices, Annoying as Oranges
Rolls of sticky green, cactuses
Cacti; I only see right like Left Eye, no Slick Rick
Team's demon, drown in seamen, back-hand a b**h
Give it to her Raw like Deshawn's gla**es is...
Flowing straight out of aqueducts
Accurate, your whack as f**, catching up
Like Heinz, your hindsight of us
Got sh** to stick to the brain
Like she swallowed my nut
Gobbled it up, spent Thanksgiving thanking her
Jacked off sixth sequence, because when I ain't recording
This virgin is working on the closest thing to s**
Until it's hurting and I'm jerking
With my grandmother's Neosporin she got from the market
Never stopping until I'm cumming a carton... (Yucky)
Act spectacular, but equivalent to a kick-flip
When the f** these misfits became so outstanding
Cut so quick, blue, Blood Crip, like a set trip
Mouth been a lethal weapon, blow your head off
d**h sentences, Jeffrey Dahmer of grammar
Work harder than Karrine knees, please... Fein for the D
Jesus, he spits more illness than Martin Sheen's penis
Leader of the coldest team, and I am just a figure
So why shouldn't I end it here... n***a?