I tell em what we do on the street/ We sell drugs and do whatever to eat/ Simple to march to the sounds of our own beat though we're in sync/ But best beware our business is handled discreet. Because we don't like sounds of sirens, it means the police/ Don't make my boys cock the poll please/ They'll pull it like when they give a huge sneeze/ They say achoo and I say oh geez. Your brain matter just got shredded now its shredded cheese/ Should've beheaded instead of shredded that was an expensive fee/ But I'm a real competitor, better not to step to me/Otherwise the turntable make you open eyes that your the next to die, so don't ask why. I just rap all types of shit thats on my mind like its a nursery rhyme/ But I got an adamantium spine/ That I took back from Wolverine, it's mine/ UGC's time to shine and I won't be confined. So let me grab my ax and ax them a question/ What stands on two feet and smells like bacon/ What? no answer then make like dancer and prancer and walk off/ I know you know that the answers a dirty cop. You just didn't want to answer because your that soft/ So watch what you say when you talk/ Or you can get the grip like my hand was Spock/Just to fall out from a drawn on hypno wheel on my hand sock. My hats off and my pen down if word of my talent doesn't go around/ Coming out my buddies car packed full of angry clowns/ Insane with my pen game when I write shit down/ My posse got me, so nobody can stop me when I make a sound. Hey Hip-Hop do you like me now, them seeing I'm mcing wow/ With both fists I make it go bang boom pow when I go tip over a cow/ Thats why they have me tresspassed so I'm never allowed/ So until they invite me back I'm gonna remain foul and force everyone to throw in the dang towel..