Lyrics
south central, i dont think so,
Im a man of fine items, like watches by timex,
rolex id find them then pawn the diamond,
to get the extra cash i feel i deserve,
cuz i wont see a-cent(accent) since im working with words,
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
we in the club with tight pants bout to bust,
i say matches to ashes, butts to puff,
i might leave with a weed bag, but its never enough,
so who do u trust? who next to me?
this is survivor bud, ur Lex to me,
the only reason im loved, isnt complex u see,
im a white emcee, impersonating X to the Z,
Now back to the Comster, the Com-man, The Com,
go on step to me, Con-man im God,
i decide if u live or if u dead by dawn,
and if ur head is gone u read this song,
sorry for writing the lyrics,i couldnt help it,
like my apperance, b*** i can sell pics,
have ur face envy green liek fan of Celtics,
like Sean Penn to Sam, im not challenged,
b*** please, leave me be, u cant beat the Comster,
im a monster ranked higher in the roster,
so ill toss ya over to meet the lobsters,
im not ur younger brother cuz i wont even bother...
b*** Please, u must have a mental disease,
cuz all u got is a rental beat, and my verse on lease,
so how can u defeat someone so keen on weed,
ill just smoke ya, before i get ya to bleed on me..
