Produced by: Live
Lyrics
Verse 1
Yo, I'm on my hustle if you chuckle at my struggle
then I'll battle you with buckles wrapped around five knuckles
Swiftly, bear microphones like a grizzly
Studyin' ya bio just in case you try to diss me
Miss me? I don't give a shit but I'll take a piss
Make a fist punch a girl's breast just to see the chest wiggle
Tongue and nipple movin' all around it
Thousand dollar titties put the money where my mouth is
Expert, pervert, wilder than a Western
Blazin' every track til my motherfuckin' chest burns ether
Beat ya', 'cause I'm made to bring the pain
Comin' for it all from the lint to the blingin' chains
Guilty conscience fighting over nonsense
and I got a boiling point worth about nine cents
Wrist tape, switch blades in your bitch face
Cut your fuckin' head off and lock it in your ribcage
Hook (2x)
Paramedic on the scene 'cause I'm killin' it
Rest in peace everybody feelin' it
I remember when they told me I was nothin'
Guess what I made somethin' outta nothin'
Verse 2
I move like a ninja, split ya, flip the scripture
Polyurethane brain dippin' in the mixture
Slashin', dashin', when I blaze tracks
Fast enough to cut you with a fuckin' blade of grass
Demolition derby, can't nobody burn me
Never tippin' waiters 'cause they always try to serve me
It's all good comin' from the rotten manzana
Pirahna rhymer poppin' collars and my flow is so bananas
Holla, fuck what you say, he say, she say
Kick you in your stomach til I see your damn knees cave
Oh shit, my cranium is open
It's like a bin of chemicals without a closed lid
Pots and brew, out the wazoo crazy
Words hurt worse when stirred they never shakin'
Breakin', doin' windmills til the wind chills
Lost in the music so I know how a win feels
Hook (2x)
Verse 3
I'm in a bad mood bash dudes if I really have to
Drivin' while intoxicated find a house to crash through
Ask you who's the illest? Dead or alive
and if he's not living then I'll kill myself tonight
Sike, I don't really give a damn what you think
I'd rather chat with the fridge and listen to the sink
Life's a real bitch and I think I hear her chokin'
Everybody sucks so I walk with my zipper open
Hold that, matter fact you can blow that
I'll pull you by your throwback til you throw back
Discombobulate your spine make it wobble bobble
My, style so sick you don't even wanna try
Bye, Adios, Sayonara, Good Riddens
Can't see me like middle fingers in two mittens
when I drop ya, stop ya, steal the light on top ya
Fuck a drive by I'll let a helicopter chop ya
Hook (2x)