Lyrics
Who's the next? My words put dudes to rest..
Two's ta chests'll leave ya whole crew a mess
I'm somethin only few could test..
I can't even evolve..
There's no way you could improve the best..
I'm white so I stick to the burbs.. uh huh
Listen I'm sure.. cross me.. you'll be kissin the curb
I floss heat when I spit n ya burn
N U faggot muffuckas ain't shit but a bitch in a skirt
You wanna step to my click n get served -- we lace beats
Ain't a single cat wit no loss on earth who faced me..
And I'm bringin all the facts just to hurt ya face..see
I got pics to prove to you that ya girl don't hate me
Look.. in metaphorical terms.. I hurt fakes
You can't beat me if you ain't liked in the first place
I'm rich but decietful so tell me
How my knife got ice.. so you'll get cold cuts, like meat from a deli
I'm probably half the greatest n yet.. -- My rhymes leave
Flesh wounds N lacerations to necks when I breath
N while you sing the chorus its sick -- I stay hype
Germs give you rigamortis n shit in grave sites
You could say I bring death wit the beat -- he's my man
Straight up snatchin ya soul.. leave ya wallet in my hand
In other words.. I'm robbin you fucks -- makin me laugh
Cuz pretty soon y'all gon' pay me to rap haaaaa
