Jeff Spec - Fistful of Spinach lyrics

[Verse 1] A'yo The kid's clean shaven. Misbehaving 165 weighing; 6 feet grazing Hasndsome and then some. Chicks keep waving Since a young buck, never did eat bacon Plate of fish still my favourite dish Stack of paper no paper clips; just make a fist Doesn't matter which break I flip. Tastes legit You got necks make it quick or maybe quit Rappers wanna take my sh**? I'mma take commission Gotta do what I gotta do to make a living I take all kinds of favouritism Trying to be the hottest emcee above Mace and ??? Either side of the Mississippi You find me at the bar I got a bottle of elixer with me Figuratively. Literally. sh**, I'm sipping really Flow dirty like a fricking hippy [Hook] I'm back on my bullsh** and gimmicks Tryina leave out with a fistful of spinach {A fistful of spinach?} A fistful of spinach You ain't heard a jam like this in a minute sh**s and giggles. Mad frills and gimicks Tryina leave out with a fistful of spinach {A fistful of spinach?}A fistful of spinach You ain't heard a jam like this in a minute [Verse 2] I got a feeling for the chipped tooth It don't take the [???] to see I'm in the trench like a slick slooth In this life you get a quick youth Then it's all downhill. Spend your years tryina slip the noose I got a lot of conviction like I get proof My record make noise; rain on a tin roof I can breathe life back in a sick booth I can spit truth and nonsense, and get loot Either or. Rob Peter, pay Paul Is it [???] sh**? You never seen before Sound nice on soul cords, or rock guitar. Thwart Me and my cohorts. Think not, retard You must be hitting that gla** Johnson Did I come to get the cheese? Ask Wisconsin Would the boy go pop? Ask your moms, man I like to chill at the [???] [Hook]