[Intro]
I guess I was born
Naturally born
Born Bad - x3
[Verse 1: Eligh]
What you got to say for yourself
Your rhyming no style
Your rhyming no stealth
Your time is on short
Your mind is on felt
Getting role with the dice
Its seven eleven eternal gentleman spice rack with Mack Armstrong
Hit the belles right you treat the mic wrong
You picked the wrong night to play this fight song
Cause I fight to the d**h to the things that I love, take off the kid glove
Don't need to much time to make a point, no
And don't need a joint to get in the zone
Cause the zone is a universal blackhole in my back bone
I got the vaccine for biting a**holes includes Vaseline and hot Tabasco
Messy mother f**er when I wanna be I make a wanna be wanna be something else besides a wanna be rapper
Dashers dashers, get out the way cause I'm a mother f**ing natural disaster I plaster
If you whack crack its for back tats, its for summer cats
Then I got the caskets catch your body falling
Hauling off the white trash in a black bag with a can of black flag
For they put the rats back in the master, bloody bloody pied piper
Somebody said my mother f**er tell he needs a diaper
Plastic MC melt in my vibe all this rap sh** sparks desire
Bring back the OGs man
Like the fellowship CDs they got the sound of critical industry
But punks like you hard to know your brews when you never had to pay your dues because you were born bad