Letras
Stay focused. You gotta stay focused
Work on your craft. MCing is an art
Static Selector, Bumpy Knuckles. It's art. Word up
Can I touch the microphone with harmony like gangsters used to do?
They taught me to keep it different so they don't get used to you
Boy, I flip rhymes like Flipper. The four-fifth gripper
Mike Ripper. Fly clothes like a zipper
I originated metaphors that spoke of dead bodies. Assassinator
You just a style evaluator who needs a calculator
Just to add up the amount of bars you fabricated
See, assassinator, you're not an MC
You're scared to go hard 'cause you know the beef is coming
Like you ordering that Burger King. Drive-thru
I catch you in the drive-thru and put that four-fifth to your ear
Turn your brain into fried food. You're not alive, dude
Your proof is they making your arrangements. Rearranging
You're amazing. You can talk tough to the ghost of Christmas past
While your family every Christmas like, "We really miss his ass."
I'm built for this gutter shit
What you know though? You dodo, bird-ass, corny wack flow
Yo, my nigga, I'ma prod him like divorce when you got mad paper and no prenup
Yup, I leave a bitch with peanuts. I'm real hip-hop like the Beatnuts
This beat is nuts. Static Selector, send the food
I'ma heat it up and eat it up. This beat is like good pussy
I beat it up
So beat the beat, beat the beat, beat the beat, beat the beat
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it up. Beat the beat, the beat, the beat
The beat the beat, beat the beat. Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Fuck this bitches like a bald head I'm better looking than Vin Rains
Plus they'll get a hot 16 from King James
Naked with the ass slapped, making the boom bap
The pussy fart bass lines, and my hot rhymes
Girls, I'm Ecstasy, Barry White's successor
We fuckin' like newlyweds, all over the dresser
You bite me, I felt it, and a handful of hair
And I twitch you like a braid, and hold you in the air
Yeah, the OG can get it, I ain't fuckin' with Viagra