I know a lot of brothers that think that they can flow But when I come through, it's like everybody's slow One kid told me he used to be a pro Until he bump heads with new Cappachino You might of seen my face in the old school arena Dipped like a fresh kid sipping on Pina I'm a felony, y'all cats a misdemeanor Eyeballing, all on my dick like Gina Smiling, you're not really ready for the Whylin' Came up strong but you scared of Staten Island All on my chest, oh the big fat medallion What you don't really want this here rut Rhyme prostitute, rhyme s*ut Battle wit dancehall king, you get struck by the lightning I tear mics up, y'all need to quit The name of this rhyme is I splashed the sh** Some of y'all sing like never before I sleep all day while y'all trying to score Then I wake up like Alien 3 Coming at y'all n***as that stole the rhymes from me b**h, this is how the poor got rich Lay on the track then insert the hit Nine months later, the rap world is pregnant Wu babies blow kid, beware the segment Rumor has it, Donna darts create magic Nobody in my team have it You've seen my face on a $20 dollar bill Then you hear my voice on an Iron Man reel It's all tragic, rule not the bull sh**-atrics Your rap is swine, mines is like catfish Birthday rap style, come on make a wish