Lyrics
take this chump to the pumps make him hump
till he bumps ina slump but is still getting crunk he's a chump
i'll torch this mack florida's a tour of wack
because shaq is the best cat in florida rap
i get sacraficed on silver crosses in gold steeples
im the king of new york...your the king of old people
claiming crunk but you still dont have no dope bangers
your worthless and you not close to pose danger
you aint gangsta and you aint a coke slanger
the pope said ya mom should of used a coat hanger
its a shame he's dealt wished for fame and wealth
then goes to the anal clinics just to claim he's felt
im tearing his jaw he's got terrible flaw
if his first name was ''paul'' he couldnt ''bearer'' my balls
stick my nuts on his head in a primo station
and you look like a beefcaked kimo patient
dimished ya finished all cheap and wasted
so stick my dry pubics in your teeth and taste it
i bust clowns and what now you come from what town
is that the reason periodiks really shut down?
iya crew consists of guys with lisps
and a whiney bitch rest in peace in a tiny ditch
i really know you dont like to think to the past
dreams of lukes nuts and akumens dick in ya ass
i'll go to miami in canadian traffic
regretting the cool edit fromthe arabian basterd?
dont even consider it im whipping ridiculous
if he had timbaland he couldnt get premiscuous
this kid is mad geek i wont take a bad beat
only music ''boys'' besides shaq took the ''backstreet''
im beating his ass now he's on the phone now
i got him M-I-A just like his home town