[Young E]
[Verse 1]
Murder on the f**in' beat
Ima be here for a while, take a f**in' seat
Ya'll wack rappers is unwanted, like rotten meat
I swear my rhymes are delicious, so f**in' sweet
And you can get some, I call it "Trick or Treat"
Assa**ination with my rhymes
With my pen, I fill up lines
I've been keepin' this in, it's time to unwind
I keep it G, unlike most of mankind
I'm rappin' for the f** of it not tryna get signed
[Verse 2]
k**in' any wack MC
Who dares step to me
I mix everything together in my raps, recipe
You shall die if you test me, the Big E
I'm being watched all the time, but I ain't no TV
Verbal rape in every lyric
I swear all the pain, you can hear it
I take this steering wheel called life and steer it
There's a CoolGuy in the house, you fear him
But yet, all you people wanna do is hear him
My lines are filled with craziness
Most of these n***as' rhymes, are filled with laziness
You girls are addicted to me, f**in' crazy b**hes
Protesters that go against me get eighty stitches
I'm too hot, is that why there's an empty kitchen?
Young E keeps grantin' amazing wishes