mutha fucka...you wish you could rock the crowd...i unload on them with the moss and pound//
i see you there but care if i spray-the-right-square//
when im done with you...you'll pray-for-nightmares//
the fucks a fatal nightmare?...more like a whimsical daydream//
me and your mom...we on that december-may-thing//
i got filthy rhymes but manage to stay-clean//
im flattered you find me important...but i'd rather you hate me//
with ya sissy ass punches...arms windmill-flailing...in-heels-daily//
you must be thizzed out ten-pill-taking thinking your shit is more phenominal-than-the-best// look...the dramas old give it a rest...i hate to break it to you...the common colds a bigger threat// you dont perform cause you're afraid of the resounding laughter//
i swell from the pacific and crash on you like a cal-disaster//
call your child-a-bastard...and tell him to sniff coke by the pound-and-blast-ya//
from behind the shadows...im at your jugular...cover-your mouth-and-slash-ya//
gallons of plasma...my throat fountain of magma...you still wanna challenge-a-splasha//
fatal sound-like-hes-ass-hurt? does a chef-cook?//
with no audio..i hit him with a lyrical uppercut...followed by a text-book left-hook//
how you murking me when you're the one left-shook//
whip out your bank statement, home beezy...your worthless rhymes cant murk your own check-book//
you fall off stages and work minimum wages..dont play-bitch...it seems-you-not-eatin'//
you wish you were famous...afraid of my threat..that witness protect keeps-you-from-leakin'//
trying to preach-to-the-deacon...mutha fucka you a knock and someone's greek-on-the-weekends//
anything to keep two ends meetin'...you're a bender...you aint shittin on nobody while them dudes smash up your fender//
fem fatal, you're more men-struatal than a whole year of bitches on the over of blender//
thats a donzen issues...and all of them leave in a bed with a bucket of icecream and used tissues//
while hugging a shitsu...crying because i left you emotionally misused//
the straight gall-of-chicks...i'll hit'em with hard punchlines like a balled-my-fist and smacked a 100 kilo wall-of-bricks//
leave you stuck like you on the freeway and managed to stall-in-fifth// even pac begs the question..."you wonder why they call-you-bitch?"//
i see you there but care if i spray-the-right-square//
when im done with you...you'll pray-for-nightmares//
the fucks a fatal nightmare?...more like a whimsical daydream//
me and your mom...we on that december-may-thing//
i got filthy rhymes but manage to stay-clean//
im flattered you find me important...but i'd rather you hate me//
with ya sissy ass punches...arms windmill-flailing...in-heels-daily//
you must be thizzed out ten-pill-taking thinking your shit is more phenominal-than-the-best// look...the dramas old give it a rest...i hate to break it to you...the common colds a bigger threat// you dont perform cause you're afraid of the resounding laughter//
i swell from the pacific and crash on you like a cal-disaster//
call your child-a-bastard...and tell him to sniff coke by the pound-and-blast-ya//
from behind the shadows...im at your jugular...cover-your mouth-and-slash-ya//
gallons of plasma...my throat fountain of magma...you still wanna challenge-a-splasha//
fatal sound-like-hes-ass-hurt? does a chef-cook?//
with no audio..i hit him with a lyrical uppercut...followed by a text-book left-hook//
how you murking me when you're the one left-shook//
whip out your bank statement, home beezy...your worthless rhymes cant murk your own check-book//
you fall off stages and work minimum wages..dont play-bitch...it seems-you-not-eatin'//
you wish you were famous...afraid of my threat..that witness protect keeps-you-from-leakin'//
trying to preach-to-the-deacon...mutha fucka you a knock and someone's greek-on-the-weekends//
anything to keep two ends meetin'...you're a bender...you aint shittin on nobody while them dudes smash up your fender//
fem fatal, you're more men-struatal than a whole year of bitches on the over of blender//
thats a donzen issues...and all of them leave in a bed with a bucket of icecream and used tissues//
while hugging a shitsu...crying because i left you emotionally misused//
the straight gall-of-chicks...i'll hit'em with hard punchlines like a balled-my-fist and smacked a 100 kilo wall-of-bricks//
leave you stuck like you on the freeway and managed to stall-in-fifth// even pac begs the question..."you wonder why they call-you-bitch?"//