Lyrics
Howdy doodie brazy, your game is whack/
And your a prime example of how it dont pay to rap/
I just say the facts, i'll filley this cat/
Cook him up grill him up and then erase this cat/
I aint got no issues, rap around you, leave circles/
I feel like Swartzenagers beatin steve urkal/
This cat can't spit, I think its well known/
His flows bout as annoying as ringing cell phones/
I see you, mr. internet killa/
Mr. Keyboard Gangsta, no one in the webs realla/
And you talk like a G, but you a 'wangsta' all lies/
Your name gets changed to amerigansta online/
Nobody believes not a word you say/
Im Cold as Sub Zero, i'll take your vertabre/
Then i'll perferate, all your nerves today/
Cause i'm the king of the jungle on a search for prey/
So Im'a creep up, and sneek up, behind you/
And when you talk about a scale of 1-10, remind you/
That you are not, a 105/
Cuz if it came to real beef, you'd be a, run go hide/
Cuz Plague could murder you, b-leave could murder you/
Even seven could murder you, and thats a lot say/
Finale could murder you, shake could murder you/
Triple R could murder you, so get on ya way/
And as your walkin out the door, dont forget to look back/
At what you wanna be, cuz weed is all you'll ever push, that/
is the fact, of the matter, cuz your flow is jaded/
And your still too new to be over rated/
So lets close the pages, and let history forget him/
Im'a pass the cookbook and let mistameanor get him/
Yeah, yah! look, its brazy the weakling/
Gets tossed like a hoe gettin laid in a g-string/
