Creatin masterpieces for y'all to feast ya ears on
connect with rap like frank the tank connects with beerbongs
ladies cheer with pom poms at my shows sidelines
in t-backs n' thongs as my songs keep ya eyes wide
settin off car alarms when i spit verbally
causin nuke bombs to detonate a bit too early
godly on mics produce pressure in a flash
compress this universe back into a ball of gas
emcees haul ass like they were moving a donkey
when my presence is near they lettin out fear
heads will appear crushed snuffed n fucked up
severed by a 4 leaf clover ta getchu luck struck
n fuck all u biters witcha styles just followin
i'll rip outcha fuckin guts then force u to swallow'em
throw punches in the dark n u see corpes flying
uppercut a slut justa witness the whore-rizon
my sound'll move rooms evry time i make a new tune
crowd jumpin so high u'd swear their wearin moon shoes
boobs n booze is what i wanna be touchin
makin music that motivates bras to unbutton
the rawest fuckin emcee punchin out there
shatter diamonds when my battle rhymin styles flare
smiles stare an noise forms when crowds applaud
i'm more con-seated then a prison chowhall
fuck ya whore chic im gettin high token more hits
in my mouth the bluntslides like the skateboard trick
gettin torn quick so bump this in ya system
listen to this drunk fuck funk it with the rhythem
up to the sky quickly passing heaven
u'll be running for infinite from dedly weapon
