one to the two ya you know who, this is its the same guy who took over this business its the same guy who gives no forgiveness its the same heartless god who raps alone and dosent need a squad no possee to become the best the one who needs no rest the same guy who passed all the tests same dude thats sucking yo bitches breasts no ticket for you you must be a guest ya cuz im not in your league your raps are weak and we can tell your fatigued keeping up with me and youll quickly see that you should be kneeling to me on your knees cuz its three to the four turn yo ass around at the door im loaded and ready for war you arent ready for what i have in store so go back to the drawing board return in a honda accord im smash you to pieces what if everyone hears your moms named peaches sucking dicks like leeches ya its five to the six you cant deal with the politics you like dudes who identify as chicks as im steady slanging bricks stacking my chips pussy rips emptying clips 40 oz sips goodyear blimps ya cuz its seven to eight and this shits about to escalate its gonna be your fate your demise your fall you were once tall but youve lost both balls nine to the ten its fine its you and me again its finna get mean again rap classes you better attend if you think youve got a chance so lets enhance your experience this circumstance is mysterious why are you here acting so serious you must be delerious 11 to the twelve well just set you up on the shelf you should be ashamed of ones self youll never be like me rapping is what i bleed ya i live for this your stuff is shit go ahead and dismiss your ass get outta my class find a different path maybe slow jams or jazz 13 to 14 to me this comes naturally like a daily routine delivering accurately rhymes are hazardous to your existence i will not lend you assistance better keep yo distance unlike you my beats are persistent self sufficient just like i visioned the plot thickened this is a sickness a bit wicked a beautiful image you can call me the bishop and my albums are explicit so go back to eatting soggy bisquits go back to slapping my hits ill keep sucking tits while youre busy sucking dicks stay outta my business so quick to be a witness snitching with a quickness 15 to sixteen snorting codeine blazing green trying to get clean but the bong hits so good i come from a neighborhood of peckerwoods rolling up backwoods and blazing out the brotherhood stay ripping all day if you see me dippin you better pray that i dont shoot aint scared of no pursuit running in irish setter boots so long story short im the man better fn salute my ears you better never pollute sucking skin flutes fn fruit 17 to eighteen drunk off drinking lean rapping fn machine showing you shit thats never been seen or even heard sounds a lil absurd im prefered and trash youve been referred