Dissing me? Face defeat like a foot fetish
All I see is green, getting me? now if you would let us..
Proceed, to give what you need
I would simply beat the beat until the snares all start to flee and
The bass is left playing, faces rearranged, and scratch that, my fat raps will leave no face to save
I’m that sick, its massive, jurassic, when I kill a beat
“Check my French,” I tell the bastards who ain’t feeling me
I’m ill as shit, when I give em all the business
Every shit I’m spittin I be killing man get this
I kill em’ with a fast flow
Everybody know I’m an asshole
So when I make this major cake, they all about to see my cashflow
Mad dough, that’s the goal
Got a flow that’ll make the earth shake and break the heels on your zapatos
I’m laughing though, y’all rappers don’t mean shit
Corny punchlines, fuck that “winning” Charlie Sheen shit