[Saigon] I ain't worried about you rapping, pa -- your voice is just noisy-ness Ain't worried about you clapping, pa -- your boys are just boisterous I ain't really a rapper, nah Far out of the cast at all Faker jacking off I'll clap at y'all, hop in back of an Acura black as tar Swift as Marvelous Marvin Hag-a-ler I'd be rich if I had a penny for every battle scar You got a punk heart I knew you was [p**y] from jump-start S-A-I-gon, keep it funkier than a skunk fart Blow the back of your face off the front part I'm what they call a living contradiction Why? Cause I'm dumb smart Rappers ain't really a match for this I guzzle a fifth of Matheson's Then say the alphabet backwards afterwards The day you see a dead (n***a) just hop out of his coffin The day you see me beefing, I blow it out of proportion This from New York to Boston, Dallas to Austin If you married the streets, don't plan to file for divorce then