maken up a beat and ryhme thats gonna bring servem up till im on top serving up to all these feens best believe ill wipe the slay clean blowen clouds so hi like i just got some wings ready to roll out hit the high beams grinded from the bottom with nothing as crazy as that seems thats why theres no limit on the amount of insanity my life brings hard to find a loyal hoe in a world feeled with crack hoes and dope queens cant go down on that can of sardines so id rather sit back watch the world callapse like 911 when i seen the pure evil in the world that pain stings somtimes shits getten crazy and we dont know what it all means its no joke this aint a movie with green screens watching good people go jump to thier death instead of getting burned like grilled wings i still have nightmares of all the screams but the show aint over till the fat bitch sings best believe im gonna light you up when i swing im the white tiger street fighter like mike tyson in the ring nothen but flashen lights cause im the king shinen from head to toe in all that bling im the puppet master controlling all your strings cant take the sting with the fire im spitting like a mattress thats been stripped of all the springs im a lethals weapon ill close your blinds and make the birds sing im the white mc from the best side the west wing think you can beat me down bitch please when i grab the mike i strike like a flash say cheese clean house on you bitch as panzy motha fuckas thats what i mean cause none of you punks can take the heat that i bring