Yo I spit a hot sixteen in one round\ all it takes is 30 seconds and one clown\ one glimpse to clear the the arena the fuk out\ cuz once they see the tek its tpo\ teck pull out covered in gold like c3po\ after the bread like Ethiopians chasing the gingerbread man\ call me a scale cuz I balance 4 pounds in each hand ngas know im 4 real\ got ngas so mad even binladin sad damn\ my ends justify means so even niccolo want a pound\ ngas stunt you hear dem chickens holla\ got so many rocks you think you playin mancala\ im hotter nobody hotter\ I be your father\ your Jesuit teacher\ adjust your lens so my bb is a nina\ my nina’s a tec\ my teks are missles\ my missles are nukes turn flesh to tissue\ and tissue to dust\ nga after im done you gon have to drink wit straws and pee in cups\ I call timon and pumba for grub\ cuz when I crack your melon you be finding my slugs\ I hold the heat to your face so you burn as slow as a dutch\ if you don’t freeze ima make you look like spaghetti and kool aid mixed on a rug\ left the gun between grass and shrubs\ only thing left is foot prints of tims dolomites and lugz\ ngas crunch like bugs don’t kno how many ngas huit you at once\
