I'm the king of this shit I do it with elegance
I'm in the zone, I'm in my element
I'm with the spiders all of 'em venomous
Can give me brain if she initellgent
Hoes are retareded, I guess I'll be celibate
Indian nigga, I'm on a elephant
Why you be raping if you so irrelevant
Wait till you genitals go through development
I hit his skeleton, turn it to gelatin
Make his spirit fly high like a pelican
Fuck a human-being amount of melanin
Doesn't make a nigga malevolent
You know I tell 'em it, animal delegate
Stealing and burning and kill for the hell of it
All these rappers is funny it evident
All of 'em fucking wit you for the benefit
I do be fucking with them? It's a negative
Niggas be actin complacent no sedatives
All of yo music is getting repetitive
Like how I rap on the track but its better if
I just got credited, I ain't invented it
I just be gassing you all off adrenaline
I'm so competitive, every one got they
Opinion, but all of it relative
I'm in the cut with my niggas, bacteria
Always be honest with my niggas that near to ya
Niggas fall off always acting superior
I'm in the gut of this slut, her interior
Wanna join us, you don't meet the criteria
I got the rocket that popping in Syria
I be so cold to these niggas, Siberia
If I'm on the track get up, nigga, I carry ya
Pull out your spine, make a nigga invertebrate
I'm in the city, it got high murder rate
Pussy ass niggas be talking, they sure to hate
Should I abort this nigga? Thats her debate
Pull up, I dump out a wait, running man, running man
Someone better get a weight, put a gram on the pan
Bitch, you on the front of gate, jump it then, jump it then
Fuck it, get a cutter mate, GTA on demand
Vroom, vroom might hot-wire the whip and I zoom zoom
These niggas be shittin' like boom boom
I'm winnin, I'm grinnin, a loon toon
That nigga want smoke but ain't put in
They butthole, I'm puting my foot in
Get out of your feelings, you could win
But you way too cold to be cool the, ahh
I put my dick in her mouth and she suck it up
I'm on your block and barking like what is up
I will not fuck a hoe unless her butt is up
Nigga be sucking toes, man, what is up wit 'em
My gun on my denim, I send him to heaven
I get 'em outside a 7-eleven
He want it, I bring 'em, a spider, I sting 'em
The poison is in 'em, I'm done on the rhythm