Lyrics
Ay yo praafit, I think u just made a bad investment/
So invest in some new flows, before I cave ya chest in/
I wont oversee negligence/
Profit, naw, when it comes to ya tracks, its more like attention deficit/4
U getting beat is definite, honest/
Hell, You’re the wackest prophet, since negrodamus/
I’m on the block grindin, to make a surplus faster/
When im done here, your gonna call me sir plus master/8
I serve u bastards, like maids in an orphanage/
This dudes sweet, pickin fruit baskets in an orchid, bitch/
See, you’re a small fry, consider O, a big mac/
An before you flow, consider Oh, hmm, a tic tac/12
Nevermind, u should consider oh, to quit rap/
Cuz ur considered hoe, and I’ve been known to pimp slap/
Heres a gay joke comin on/
You the neighborhood bitch, go walk around wit somethin slutty on/16
I don’t think he wanted war, he voted for kerry/
So now you fucked, and not to mention I’m poppin ya cherry/
What, you never battled before? Post ya soundclick/
Dawg I’ll leave u left under my flow, til they call it drownin/20
When the heat sparks, dawg, just beware and watch me/
With flarin nostrils, like went and had wasabi/
U cant stop me, I aint even come my hardest/
and I still sonned you, so in a sense, i still made a profit/24
