Yo oda be dropping dem hits. Ziggy got be dropping his single like pringles single mingle bungle seven times in a row to make it even more special this beat doesn’t even have a flow cause I be blowing out the speakers with my hits, like a little baby and a whole lot more quieter cause they be annoyingly crying, like got that shampoo on the Ferris wheel with rizzity carousel in its place like that and it just feels so weird, I can’t breathe anymore I feel so sad I feel so sick to my stomach and I can’t even think about it I can’t even breathe anymore, but I’m just gonna go back and I don’t wanna be around getting English or spanished everywhere anymore and I’m so tired of hearing that it’s so sad I don’t even feel good to be able talk about this song, but I’m so tired I don’t even have any idea how to get up to my chest and I’m so sad, better pay the price or you’re gonna get a knuckle sandwich pb&j edition, I'm the real ziggy, please stand up I spit fire on the mic, never gonna let up My words cut deep like a razor blade I'm the king of rap, ain't nobody gonna fade I'm a lyrical genius, my flow is insane I drop bombs on tracks, leaving a stain I'm the bad boy of hip hop, causing a ruckus My rhymes hit hard, leaving you in a fuss I'm the GOAT, there's no denying I'm on top of the game, always flying I'm the rap god, bow down to me I'm the one and only ziggy, can't you see?