[Criss Lyric] What a Pleasant gift/To win I must like sweaty pits/ So lemme drift, high like kites/Outta sight / n***as bite, twilight type/But I move like/ Werewolves who wear wool/ Sheep's clothing, keep potent Speech floating/ One, fifty Uno, take shots like bu*tafuoco/ Lame n***a rearrange your meaning of flame/ Freeze frame the game still they disregard The name/ But I don't take it to the heart in fact/ My cardiac is part of an ancient artifact/ The other half is buried under the pyramids/ Unlucky number 13/in the zodiac, on some k**er sh**/ They wanna trap me extract my DNA/ But I'm privy to it all n***a, come and get me/ How ever you want it/Multicultured, shoot down vultures / Never tire when I'm taking over empires / For the crumbs and crust/I bust a**/ Get you where you headed forget about bus pa**es/ I must spazz/My fetti is peach fuzz but I must stash it/ All before I'm toe tagged and sh**/ Pull a heist then I'm ghost, poltergeist / Lost sight maybe like once or twice/ f** it, can't say the same for those who lost they life/ Caught up in they own hype/My b**hes ain't the wife type / More like the night life type/come home drunk, f** me in the morning / And s** me as I open my eyes, stretch and yawning/ Say I'm rude, but a prude b**h really bores me/ Every statement is fuego diego I/pillage villages and rape beat breaks/ I don't need two pistols to hit fools with this jujitsu/ Punch planks and I headbu*t bricks too/ I smoke aces, poke her face and poke facebook pages/ Super live, do or die got em stupefied/ This that seasoned flavored flow/ Curry goat, ox tail, rice and peas/ Sunday night top cuisine n***a