Lyrics
im packin ice without the smirnoff,
come a lil bit closer, be like mike,
n bite ya ear off,
its these elevated front lines that makes it fight time,
be like regis n take away your last lifeline,
phone a friend, in fact, leave a friend alone,
smoke n zone out, be like E.T n phone home,
this conversations undercover,
ill leave you high n dry n make you cry,
like kobe without a rubber,
im likin fat women, it makes it harder to hide,
with a fat bush,
look like don king tied up in her thighs,
or how bout a 3 some with 2 guys,
n a slut,
im sayin fuck the pussy n the mouth,
im goin for the butt,
i went from zanax, to givein bitches backhands,
gettin off to big bitches doin hand stands,
u understandin the pimp hand? or the game or the plan,
im havin bitches eatin balls like they rite up there with pac man
dj drop da tune, n gimme the chance ta,
rhyme wit a beat causeyou headin for disaster,
my flow like tobbacco, addictive, not the answer,
fall asleep with headphones,
and wake up with cancer,
matter fact, this track,
just made you a loser,
n im still in your nightmares,
like oprah and freddy kruger,
these blind shots that hit spots,
leavin you squintin,
you popped, now you goin down,
like monica on bill clinton,
like this, man, its a matter a fact,
that your tactics is a slow leak,
leavin you flat, i got this rap shit stacked,
u just a bandwagon man,
im bout to pop your gooy ass,
like the marshmellow man,
you musta took me for a pimp,
but im a straight out hustla,
the ghost with the most,
call me the hoesbusta,
so crazy, n if i had it myway.
id gouge out both ya eyes,
n make you walk across the highway,
