Letras
I'm Ron Coleman 2003, yeah buddy
Grab bunnies and cram D into that tummy
Look a tad bummy, but mad funny
I'm rad dunny, and run shit, Jack Tunney
Out for that fast money, swift dollars
Big baller, make chicks holler, rip raw verse
Monster, beach front with steak and lobster
Deal with impostors, cheaters never prosper
Gossamer strands leave my center and waft away
Thoughts display, mc's get put in their proper place
On pace to discombobulate, my style is like toxic waste
Drops the rage across the page, opposite of constipate
Possibly I'm tossing fiends, obnoxiously off the precipice
Take a Leak right after I tell em all they can rest in piss
Pessimistic optimist drop hotness just to spite emcees
Samsquanch type of steez cause you'll never see the likes of these
I'm not here for niceties I came here just to smite emcees
They all pay the price when these Kootenai clappers crush the mic with ease
They say it's all about survival please
How can you even try to breathe
Force choke you with my mind and keep, it stepping no weapons
Tele kinetically take out these tiny teats
Rhymes to me are something like a sport is
Marshawn lynch in a pinch, mostly I'm Jim Thorpe'n
It's the villain on the mountaintop chilling in the sick fortress
Torturous telepath creating grim portraits
SizZ has been morbid since the moment of conception
Always knew I was destined to decimate all contestants
Teach em a lesson, that SizZ they shouldn't mention
I'm Ill no question, you're only impressive to your yes men
I'm a testament to blessing it destined to keep on wrecking it
Don't be second guessing SizZ repping Hiphop with impressive wit
And ever since I was born I've been out my frickin head with this
I've been splitting wigs and deading kids
Stay setting the precedence
It's the masochistic mystic, split wigs with linguistics
Rip shit in an instant inflict kids with the sickness
Leave em blistered with their wrists slit, pissin in their britches