Lyrics
Ya its true, I live up to the hype, ya boys back,
I'm spittin fire, something similar to a dragons attack,
so get back at me, bitch I'll have you laying flat,
dismemberin your face, closed casket, fuck wit that,
I'll eat your lyrics, like wheaties, the breakfast of champions,
Call me buzz, I'm lightyears past ya'll, to infinity and beyond,
I spit wicked and lethal, shit you never heard before,
thats how I got your whore, in the back seat of a ford contor,
before I spit, I like to get ripped,
smoke a blunt to the dome, and get a cup of goose to sip,
while you sitting sideways, I be sitting upside down,
spit a whirlwind that'll pick you off your feet, and leave you on the ground,
This is what happens when pen and paper connect,
leavin holes in brains, snappin spinal cords and necks,
I'm next in line, ascending the throne to glory,
I'm gonna listen to my own shit, cuz you other rappers bore me
Hataz wanna hate, ballas wanna ball,
But I don't really want none of that shit at all,
I just wanna be me, stay fly, stay true,
and keep my girl with a smile on her face too,
I don't always need to talk about big guns,
cuz lyrically I got shit that can blow up the sun,
Honestly, your jealousy, gives me what I need,
and your fear is the key to ignite sparks beneath,
I can scrape your face like the keef from the grinder,
or put you in the prongs of my 3 subject binder,
its whatever homie, I don't discriminate,
I dislike everyone, with equal amounts of hate,
I'd be jokin if I said I never thought about killin dudes,
Runnin through my livin room, with nothin but a kitchen spoon,
There must be fuckin somthing in this fuckin weed,
Got me sounding fuckin crazy on this fuckin beat,
I'm all up in your eyes like a cops can of mace,
I'll knock you the fuck out wit 1 punch to da face,
you must be this tall to be entered in this race,
anything under dawg your guarunteed last place,
don't hold your breath bitch your words are just a waste,
run off at the mouth and a perverbial fist is what you'll taste,
wondering why no one around here likes your fuckin face,
cuz all your words and your actions are just plain fake,
you were prolly a plain jane in school, always tried to play it safe,
having secret crushes on dudes, but sayin you were straight,
no one here is blamin you, dawg we ain't here to hate,
but if you have a crush on me, your nose is what i'll break,
your a punk, its ok to admit, you faggot bitch,
atleast now we know you play for the other side of the fence,
the dark side was callin, and you answered with a vengence,
just don't picture my face when your suckin on cocks for 2 cents
