Lyrics
This bitch gets burnt like a lipid, when Im rippin through ya block
And I dont care if youre a sick kid .. Against me, no ones givin you a "shot"
Im rockin flesh from frames, juss know I aint scared to shoot
And how can this kid drop hard?? His white t doubles as a parachute!!
My supply is limitless, Im comin wit grams and fifites
N aint it kinda sad n iffy that this white boy's jeans
sag more than his Grandma's titties?? Aint kidding bitch ..
Whys this skinny kid wear the clothes of an obese man?
Please man, cover ya face, lookin like you clean it with a grease pan!!
Your bitch befriended my pork, I had her screamin "I need ham!"
I pulled out my D, then damn! got her on her knees n BAM
I had her squeezin jam .. plus, you know she swallowed my jelly ..
Shot it at her mandible, now my kids are all in her belly ..
... I guess that makes her a cannibal?!
Shit was unplannable, all I could hear was Skeet, Cough
Im feelin on the edge of the ledge .. im thinkin I might leap off
But listen, in pure vocals? .. Although it may seem off
Sick'll school me accapella ..
This "wack" kids got too much practice with the "beat off!"
Now listen, my style connects like an isthmus
But youve got no mic "presence" ..
so I know you cant rap/wrap
Like a Jewish kid at Christmas
I hope you understand that...
Be careful who you diss bitch!
