Give me a heart attack

Get me a gat with my starter cap

I'm runnin' laps like a quaterback

Crack your skull like a Jack Black

I'm a fat cat, with that knock back

That six pack, my wolf pack

Don't give a fuck, I'm in the pitch black

I might run you up, I'm a pyromaniac

Every bitch wanna be me

If you wanna fight then see me (aye)

I'm in your kitchen making roast beef,

Something in the air smelling toasty,

Why are you scared, are you sleepy?

I'm hungry man, you will feed me

You make money moves like a money man

Every man wanna be like many funny fans

It's a funny way that nothing lives now

And when they wanna fight me

They can't get down when they come down to it.


Like my chest, I'm the best with the heat sensation

Tour 'round the world, shock all the girls in every nation

Pulling up in a jet black with the seat back wearing all black

Got about 2 ounces in my backpack

Eminem, about to relapse, see that (aye)

Harsh with the lines, looking like I do crack

Each and every stanza, fill it front to back

After 2 years studied my craft, where I lacked

Now we circle back with UBAQ

Hating on me, you motherfuckers do that

See you hating on me but know I'm the best (but yeah)

True that, true that (aye)

Still Mister Fantastic, gotta say

Sue that, sue that. (aye) (aye)