I talk sh** like my sh** dont stink
I don't front like I'm rich,Idon't rock no link
I never, puff piff, and my clothes ain't pink
I ain't a punk ain't a pimp but a walk with a limp
Im real cool, educated but never graduated school
I was a little kid on Ritalin that was ridiculed
Most rappers yall put on pedestals are pitiful
Myspace pedophiles, completely predicable
Pick apart my flow pattern completely invincible
Try to read off the notebook the words are invisible
Visualize this if you can invision
Spitting so precise its like Christ has arisen when he writes
Alright, alright, I let ya catch up
This ain't nothing but a bu*ton to make ya self destruct
Structure strategies
s**ers get stripped quicker than whips in the hood
So get going while the going is good
And if ya didn't ya should
Shut up and open ya ears
Spit out a flow so fierce every foe disappears
I been ferocious for years, so f** ya bogus careers
Yall got it popping, well nobody even notice ya here
You like mosquitoes in ears, buzzing but swiftly get swatted
As quick as I'm spotted these muthaf**as pussies are clotted
You get it you got it, you got me so the chicks be exotic
Even my peoples up in boston say I'm simply retarded
Pumping that hydroponic, aquatic fluid, the speakers blewing
sh** I speak is deep as druids, im street, and speaking fluent
Influence like influenza when I spread in ya centre
This menace will send a sickness up in ya b**hes placenta
So s**ers surrender
With different rapper, chicken macka, trick attracter
Old school muthaf**ers be like listen to the whippersnapper!
b**h attacker, dick her after, hang her from the kitchen rafter
Chip stacker, click clacker nobody can spit it badder
k** that chitter chatter throw some blows and ya chin'll shatter
There ain't been a sicker cracker since Serch or Mr. Mathers
It's the baddest average, ap's after star status
So he gases up the ma**es then its ashes to ashes
Now let me breath on it, k** mc's on it
f** ya girlfriends face and blow seeds on it
Yall musta really got it twisted thinking ap's so chill
You see that sign up ahead? welcome to a**holeville
Im in a whip blowing donuts, with two ho s*uts blowing both nuts
My girl hear this, she gonna go nuts
Im easy e, loeced up, im bobby brown coked up
f**ing Jessica Simpson after her and Nick broke up
Im sittin on the boarder of heaven and hell
Praying to god and Satan at the same time so records will sell
With every breath I exhale
Another crucifix nail, is impaled just to make certain I failed
But I ain't stopping til I'm dropping that's just simply not an option
Get it popping or im pumpin' oxyconton in Wisconsin
I rap and produce to
A felon and boost to
Beileve me cause cd's ain't sellin like they used to
Believe me coz CD's ain't selling like they used to…