Lyrics
------------------- beat 1
Im on 'fire', while u jus flamin flamboyant,
u so used to gettin 'smoked' ur begginning to enjoy it,
dont lie, ya playin like ya a baller and shit,
ya rock a 'gold' tooth you found in a club's toilet,
just forfeit, it'll be like 'nature' intended,
'men come first' and 'bitches come second'.
i never step down when battlin emcees
im a eat yo korean bbq'd 'beef', while ya 'eatin leaves'(from the movie Goldenchild)
I spit spicy 'hot', while u talkin bland and warm,
u puttin ppl to sleep while i 'set off fire alarms',
im like 'spawn', but brown, 'cant put me down',
id still be-on-top, even if i was 6-feet-underground
illicit explicit droppin hits like it was 'shits' on ya dome,
treat ya like a 'septic', causin epileptik,
seizures, bionik's gonna beat yaz,
into tha 'next season', ya b 'swimmin with tha fishes while its freezin'...
--------------------- beat 2
Im gonna dispatch this snatch with a blast hittin 'fast'
hittin 'so quick' you 'already' felt-it-in-the-past,
you was like, "ouch! what tha fuck was that?!"
then this battle came around and you was like "oh schnap!"
ya watchin 'too much tv' kid 'u cant win',
youre the 'underdog' and there's no way im givin in.
just cuz its 106 & 'park' (korean last name), doesnt mean they welcome u...
the only place you rock your music is in your living room
d.i.e. the 'goldengirl', 'b arthur' (from the show goldengirls)...
an old bitch tryin to get laid by grandfathers...
ya sick goldie, i saw ya at the retirement home,
lookin for ladies in their 'golden years' to take home
ima rock this 'gold' out, like master p rocks 'gold doors',
and ima 'shit all ova ya', like master p's'toilet bowls'...(mtv cribs)
but you're kinda like 'king midas' i gotta admit
except everytime you 'touch the mic, the track 'turns to shit'.(golden touch)
----------------------beat 3
I dont eat 'Doritos', but im 'bold and daring'
Ho's get on my dick, but bitch bammas be glaring,
just like, this goldynchild, in his golden years but acts yung,
im in the prime of my life, while he's tryin to keep his lungs
ha-ha, bitch, dont front, ya better back,
im gonna eat this 'goldfish' up like a 'midnight snack'
ima devour ya like a vicous wolfpack
you'll be 'MIA' like 'Tupac's left sack'
just like 'fake gold', ima 'sell ya short'...
I'll 'fuck you up' like an 'F-minus book report'
'don't even try', ur spits 'morphine', in 'vein' (vain)
This battle is 'over', but tomorrow you'll still-feel-pain. (tomorrow - Annie)
