[Intro] Ooh, I sound like Trey Songz, I sound like Michael Jackson [Verse] Yo... There's levels to this sh**, the underground, the better This track's wetter because I run this spit, where's my letter? Send her, text messages, she gonna let me hit, car accidents Then I dip, zip your lip, sh**, lock it, Maid Marian As I run this hit, Sonic, no contacting him Hit the road with Jack and no insurance Endurance ensuring I'll be exploring more, words are door-hinges This is just practices, Annoying as Oranges Rolls of sticky green, cactuses Cacti; I only see right like Left Eye, no Slick Rick Team's demon, drown in seamen, back-hand a b**h Give it to her Raw like Deshawn's gla**es is... Flowing straight out of aqueducts Accurate, your whack as f**, catching up Like Heinz, your hindsight of us Got sh** to stick to the brain Like she swallowed my nut Gobbled it up, spent Thanksgiving thanking her Jacked off sixth sequence, because when I ain't recording This virgin is working on the closest thing to s** Until it's hurting and I'm jerking With my grandmother's Neosporin she got from the market Never stopping until I'm cumming a carton... (Yucky) Act spectacular, but equivalent to a kick-flip When the f** these misfits became so outstanding Cut so quick, blue, Blood Crip, like a set trip Mouth been a lethal weapon, blow your head off d**h sentences, Jeffrey Dahmer of grammar Work harder than Karrine knees, please... Fein for the D Jesus, he spits more illness than Martin Sheen's penis Leader of the coldest team, and I am just a figure So why shouldn't I end it here... n***a?