Here's a toast to the host
It ain't about the clothes or the hoes, no
Folks yo better know I let the brains blow
It's like Saint's robe, niggas better lay low
I got the bread like I'm Panko
when I split up in the damn throat
When I slice em up I'm panorama Erik Estrada,
Cause I'm getting all the chips
I'm like a dirty cop, getting dirty top
Blow a hole in your skull
I'm more elusive than the
niggas smoking 30 russets
Alex Baldwin came to bring the
Makers want a piece of me, I'm all in
You're gonna meet your maker
Tokyo be a free flow flavor
In three months time, I'll be leaving
I am going to challenge them
Master, if I succeed I will return.
If I fail, never reveal your
This is my fate, and mine alone.
Let them do what they do, I do it my way.
I'm on the roof with a bloody samurai blade.
I think it's time that you
with the one way that I pay.
I'll cut you up from the waist
till your guts break sideways
Ghost on the North Coast,
by the shade of the Genghasa
As I kick in the door like Big Poppa
Pus leaks from your flesh, fresh Sitpoppa
I'm in the trees like an iguana
Retrieve my reward from a death trap
You will see stars in the literal sense
Believe these bars go with my
We leave the killing feel without the scratch