Lyrics
Kick a battle I’m ready to go
You mamas like a shot gun one cock she ready to blow
Straight merking mcs like loco at fiv-0
Seen ya working the corner ya look good in stilettos
Let you know from the get go
I drop toughest gangsters from the ghetto with the tight flow
But you gotta correct yourself coz ya whole life was typo
an m instead of an F on the birth certificate at the hospital
Man, stop fucking with rap u just a punker
listen to ya lines they as fresh as a dumpster
I always elevate my lines getting fatter and fatter
but u searching thru ur old shit recycling like a trash compacter
You better fold fast with cards you’ve been dealt
You couldn’t win this battle if you went of different usernames and voted for yourself
Don’t need fists my lines are enough to hurt you
just to piss you off I drive by in a beamer and merc you
Closest thing to making bread you got is a yeast infection
Probably look forward to having your prostate inspection
Put you wack mcs in lyrical detention
I’m a true master of ceremonies lifting to a new dimension
Gonna need more than the 6% of ya brain it’s beyond ya comprehension
This motherfuckers to fake to mention
Just fronting you aint really packing pistols
and you aint even close to grimy u as clean as a whistle
