Letras
Sometimes I get so wild
I blow up (POW)
Here I come now
Check out the new style
Oh my god child
Here comes the word dripper
Word to black tripper
Lyrical whipper slicker nigger
Case closed like a zipper
I?ll flip ya with the style on the mic
From the arm at PM dawn
Next plan is hype
So I excite to hold tight
The underground sounds
Jus got off Jacobs ladder
(So won't you let me come down)
Let me come down I?ll kill someone
With the gats son at least some men are in
Some say I'm awesome
Jus like John I got the whole Single
-ton on your back
An? its like that
So I drive girls crazy
Ask Mrs. Daisy
Jump up an praise me
Nobody can phase me
I amaze me 'cause yo my
Tracks got the boomers
Kickin? the shit that
Make ya back flip outcha bloomers
I?ll murder him
I?ll murder them
Put me on the track
For black I?ll kill them
Rudeboy I sting and a badboy I shock
Inside the clip man qwe load up the glock
On shot tocks so we hafta bust shot
Start from the bottom make we rise to the top
I ROCK
Hip hop the best G
I snipe just like wesley
Crunch like nestle
Tell me who's the best G
Bush Babee bad man
I?ll flip the rap
Got the hand on the gat
Plus I'm on the attack
Pon de attack, it goes pon de attack
Ya just can't stop
The rhymantically dreadified
Lyrically ill
Booger pickin?
Butt scrathin?
Heads a flyin, the illest
Or should I say
The most illified
Type of hyperactive
Lyricalmatical
Boombastically bonified