(Chorus: Carmike)
Carmike, Comin' at yo azz, Comin' at yo azz
(Repeats multiple times)
(Verse 1: Carmike)
I floats like a bu*terfly, I stings like a bee, I'm as rough and rugged as a motherf**ing tree, One, Two, Three and don't forget four, n***as that I flex, Have them wrestled to the f**ing floor, One pop, Two pop, Sweat starts to pop
Then I drop, Skinny Pimp kicked in door and he starts to wreck shop, Was that psychic sh** that 2-1-1 must've hit
He picked me up for another, Wipe the flames from my lips
He goes,"Are you alright, My nig, My n***a, My man?"
"I am what I am and that's all that I ammmmmmmm."
But it left rings around, There's no light who can sound, Whoa whoa whoa, There goes Mr's Claudine, She likes me in that pimp riding that ain't for f**ing shorties, These b**hes constantly choosing, But the b**hes constantly using
Cause someone can get this nina, Slipping the b**h I saw in my dreams, And I am a roughneck, Through the veins in my neck you check, I want you!
(Chorus: Carmike)
(Verse 2: Carmike)
I drop off smooth spleens on your portrayal of your defense
I really don't like Christmas, Cause I'm the damn Grinch
And for me, It's easy to break you off something
Something like what, My foot broke off in your damn bu*t
Get touched, Digging nuts, My rhymes kick like mantras
That gangsta, I'm the realsta and the pimpsta, The deuce
Oh, Not the four oh, I can rap hoe, John Wayne on your a**
But you're dealing with the mack, Jack, So roll up another indo sack, But another pint of Yak, So welcome to the underground in the cells where I dwell, Better be down with this motherf**ing pimp sound, Lame b**h, I'm versatile
What? You don't believe me, Watch as I rock this crowd
When I come with this wicked sh** in town (It's the...) It's Carmike Carmike, Damn that n***a never quits
But I came trick, Cause I ain't lame b**h!
(Chorus: Carmike)
(End of the Song)