pass the mic before i jacket like Goretex bust like raw sex rappers suck like vortex the life of a don we're living like kings and killing our pawns boy, the second it's on don't know where we going i'm flowing and killing this shit from dusk til dawn just had sex with a middle eastern girl that pussy was bomb that last line made no sense like these rappers' careers but i make dollars cuz i'm all about the fiscal year
I do shit that you dreamed of I was born with a mean mug I was born with some nappy hair Drinkin' breast milk out a lean cup
yeah, you don't like me? i'll conjure up and summon all your fears you wanna fight me? i'll whoop my own ass before you get here you wanna write me? and tell me that my rhymes suck? bitch i don't give a fuck stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck
