
I'm the spectacular rapper with the cap backwards
got microphones to slap whack rappers around with
and man I got the phatest rap record in town bitch
sound sick on each beat, even crap from soundclick
no matter if your cherry's 'bout to pop my shit's tighter
I spit fire, I walk around with the nickname bic lighter
kick liars higher in the air than damn cage fighters
straight wilding, fly like stage divers, grace violence
stay silent now you're in triple-d, better stick with me
spit and breathe on wicked beats with quicker speed
than clicking heats, pick on me, I'm sick and mean
our town is so flooded with drugs I'm shitting weed
all my homies say I make it shine with sacred lines
and they can't lie when they say that Jay can rhyme
gangsta is my state of mind so you just try to stay alive
lay aside your problems, destroy some haters' lives
Copyright 2008
KillahGoat a.k.a Jay.19.
