I’m a walking disaster You soft as plaster If you the play the puppet Then I’m a play the master You on thin rope Ain’t lyin this shit dope and you can poke around I’m ridin like 10 spokes Damn bro is you stressed? NOPE Do this shit till I’m dead CROAK My bitch smuggling heel full a pills Knowin she dead wrong Runnin money Sonic the hedgehog Put my money in hedge funds Ain’t no cappin This ain’t practice Bands heavy That’s 10 tons Hot as the damn sun purple haze blowin no Cam-ron Straight flowin no tampon Can you believe it I achieved it I’m man ma This my land nah Just got a stamp off In yo bitch pussy I camp off Color her face like cray-ons Had yo bitch singing a cadonce I’m with these dead presidents I think I’m having a seance They talkin to me no six sense They say shit on em diaper Dust the shade up off my shoulder like a windshield wiper I know you ain’t feelin this But bro it’s time to meet the piper Hit you with that lyrical haduken This ain’t street fighter Man we tighter my team nicer Yeah we gonna win My name ain’t ZMoney boy If I ain’t going in And throwin in………. The towel I will not go dere I’m in yo face like nose hair Im freezing colder than polar bear On other hand I’m hot just like a solar flare You must be mad boy That’s why all you do is point and stare I swear that we ain’t goin there Can’t let you see this corner got your girlfriend hoein there And after that I’ll bone her Paint her face No ink or toner Sneakin out the crib tip toein Blowin on this dick until her cheeks are swollen This bee needs the dick like pollen I’m probably foreva ballin She prolly foreva callin But I ain’t answer So she come a crawlin Bitch stand up Like she transformin You might make it rain But I got this bitch stormin n pourin I’m on my way