Letras
Yo you better the oxygen mask while y'all still can
Asphyxiation time for y'all haters
Yo Wurthy you ready
Yeah Benie I got you
We got these fake kiddos gasping and wheezing
They don't know what's comin'
Though we just getting started
Better grab the inhaler, motherfucker
Queen City representa, I'm a beast for my town
Every year I get betta, bout to reach for the crown
Stay on the grizzly grind, with the shine that blinds
It's a crime testin' mine, penalty: me close your blinds
Holla at PETE if you tryna get your flow betta
Many be on my stick, I'm a trend setter
Hos wantin' the, verbal vigilante
Groupies lustin' my performance of a full monty
I embellish my image you can call it a fetish
The way I sound on wax got your lungs breathless
(Hahh) (Hahh) I hear you wheezin'
'Tis the time to murder whackness, 'tis the season
That's the way we'll get that ass touched
If you keep talkin' all of that junk
Tell my opposition to keep fishin' they still wishin'
Betta throw nickles in a fountain cuz my death forbidden
As we proceed, gets hard to breathe, you must recede
We givin' you bitches asthma
If you believe, that you supreme, you too silly cuz
We don't give a damn-a
As we proceed, gets hard to breathe, you must recede
We givin' you bitches asthma
If you believe, that you supreme, you too silly cuz
We don't give a damn-a
You can't begin to fathom my processes
My prophecies, viciously, killing you softly
Profit off me, biters please, cuz lyrically
No mystery, I'm the southern treat like sweet
Tea, feast from my teet, nasty how I skeet
On beats, I'm a freaking creep, no TLC
Verbal sodomy, I commit give you scurvy
Bitch who you kiddin'? you ain't even Wurthy
Ask at any chance and they tell ya that I run it
My flow delectable like Lunchables on empty stomachs
Giving these kids nightmares like R.L. Stine
Just press play and let this emcee shine, I'm
Tasty as tangerines, duck my high beams
My foot in your ass, not cool as it seems