You ever seen someone
who rode with
Mayweather?
Rhyme like
Ricky
Hatton, smash whatever you
throw, thousand is what I'm batting.
Got a few hooks with no jabs,
took em out your
corn dog books and notepads, I get it.
You got bitch robbing those
in the industry,
bite off this one, steal from your enemy.
Never try to play the hottest one out your
You might step off and take half
the juice from your amp
Enough to make you vogue
on that cover of
GQ
Only missing the sheer blouse,
homie, you see through
Stop sippin' on that
Formula 50
They want heat, I give it to them
Burnt and crispy,
rhymes too short to box with
God
So stretch it, especially these
overrated rap -steppin' fetches
I told you if I rain,
there'll be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork strips bein'
chipped with sharp chisels
One verse shatter your spine
and crush your spirit
No matter what,
you still window shop for lyrics
If you's a pimp, put chicks on the stroll
And if those your soldiers,
give them bigger guns to hold
Who shot ya?
You don't have enough on your roster
You move like a fed,
but you talk like a mobster
That yayo you slingin', please abort it
Too many cuts on it, coke heads,
they won't snort it
Spray the fee unit with pesticide
So you can get your best ghost riders
Get them all to testify
Have you ever been stung
by a thousand hornets?
Five hundred killer bees,
buzzards, you really on it?
Whip the cuban links and cut
with liquor swords
Choke my iron men till we crush
your broken cords
You ain't nothing but a pig in a blanket
Hog head, the deadliest food at the banquet
All this rap crap that's
trapped in your colon
Only means get rid of the wack,
shh, you're holing
Sweet tooth dudes stay
out the candy shop
You ain't got a ham cup
from the seat of panties drop
A few jacks is looking
for a rack of cheese
Got something to pitch,
they all swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles broke,
by doing your two -step
Leave a thank you note,
for the crutches, the roulette
Proactive rap,
you know they put drug in the cream
You hallucinate, see
Kanye in your dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust, I dust off
Smokey and the
Bandits
With the brush stroke off the canvas I
walk on your gators and lizards
Raise the links that was killed
for your minks
You be rockin' them blizzards
Wanna be cocked, till you walk the
D -block
Then get a transfer,
I spread your wings like peacocks
I was an emcee when you was in
Nutville
On a world tour you was getting
your guts spilled
Ten years of singing but
I flow like I'm 21
Straight from
Medina with the mass of many sons
Supernova give off gamma ray bursts
And I'll finish this only
cause I let off first
Wassup?
You