I merk foos, hollawhat.
Lyrics
When it comes to punchlines, I can't even see you
You're not on my level thats why I gotta knee you
I'm an icon, man who the fuck wanna be you?
If I test you, thats the only way ill C you
And I aint gonna lie dog you look like a faggot
Tryna flex in ya pic with ya fuckin arms tatted
If you think you ill, then you must be from saturn
You can't be hall of fame, even if you bought madden
I'm a beast homie, I'll smother you - splat
Keep ya tracks with ya ears, & keep under ya hat
Emerge the god, the veteran dude
And trust, the spic'll fuckin deaden this foo
If i spit in third person, i'm clever than you
And it also means that two of them better than you
Mutha fucka, what? in an easy manner
You in a devastated state like louisiana
30 songs in ya soundclick, I'm here to snitch
10 of them about girls, you're 1/3 BITCH!
My fists are mighty, I strong arm the best
You'll find bats dwellin in your bruised caved chest
Now ask sometim about that picture
You tryna be a catcher, or a fucking pitcher?
I've seen it on myspace but justify soundclick
...What's worse, I bet the fag found dick
Fuck it though, I'm done, yeah I'm done messin
Watch me De-cypher like the end of a session