Verse: Pen to the pad as I add theses rhymes Sometimes I dream of climbs that will make me more than dimes Writing rhymes to such an extent I attempt to harm the beat more than just a dent And leave it murdered and placed with words worded perfectly That is currently spit, and will live on for eternity Uncomfortably, as you may feel listening to me spit You said I sound whack but I couldn't find two sh**s to give I feel like my brain has been chained and trained To spit raps and write down rhymes that will re-main Placed on a paper, chill out and inhale the vapor There has never been nothing greater I need a translator Because you're talking a bunch of sh**, hate to admit That you should just quit, because you're a disgrace you piece of sh** So back the f** up when I'm writing this rhyme Cause I sure as hell know I ain't f**ing playing this time You Should Know 4x Verse: Here I am back at it an addict of rap that's it Let the beat bump while ya'll getting your a** kicked These words punching you in the mouth making you feel sick And I like to rap my rhymes either f**ing slow or quick This is the way I do it the way it's supposed to be done Now I feel it's my turn to show you f**ers who's number one I ain't scared to fail (nope), it'll just make me better (yeah) And don't f** with me cause I can't control my temper (not at all) I am the center, of attention once I enter, the room Ya'll know you should just surrender Check the tempa-ture, I'm for sure Ask anyone of any gender, they know better What kind of question is that to ask such a master of rap You could walk pa** me and have a heart attack, you know that So let me tell you motherf**ers something real quick, you ain't slick You a whick whack f*ggot you know that