look you got my attention now im tempted, teachin you a lesson in sexin by how i bend this
u couldnt forge a metal strong enough to contain this kettle, boil over and its all over give me a medal
your weak flow has me buggin like where he steal dat from, listenin to all my old cd's that i aint feelin on
you remind me of some otha dude i knew back when, a busta cracka spittin shit jus to afford his habit its
jus so predictable that u wuld write me back again, fuckin fan u know what your really lackin stan
u lackin touch actin tinaktin the stuff that makes you spin the script backwards and
make the croud flip upside down of what u been rappin at them then
have a girl hit u up afta the show speakin words like "baby you gotta be tha masta of flow"
i gotta keep it simple so u can rap your minds around it, pop ur "golden thesis" like a pimple so u finaly know your surroundin
gimme a track so i can jus run around it and, gimme some konjac so i can down it
im the best there aint no doubt about it, jus ask joey and he'll tell you why this clown is frownin
so here i go again automatically smackin, all these ho's who be jackin frontin like it was them rappin