happy birthday Cassius

hiit was a dark and stormy night... perfect weather for a fist fight, or open mic night! Time 2 slide on the opps with my pipe pipe or my hit stick! Them fools aim was so poor they couldnt even hit the wall behind the liquor store... unloaded 50 out the blickey 9thwith to the switch took their bodies and threw emc inna ditch and im staying rich hanging out with my new ditch, my crew rich, I'm throwing out the first pitch at the baseball games, haters face the tall flames and heat, throwing shade and heat at the same time im climbing 2 the top of the rap game it a darn shame but who's the blame step up 2 Rob and y ou will feel pain...my upper uppercut will shatter your chin box im the new king of this hip hop, I won't stop releasing these rhymes like bullets toe tagging out the g wagging avoiding the haters who wanna start stabbing, break his face with the jabbing, the hater throwing shade like an oak tree niggas get smacked by niggas who didn't wanna provoke me you know me, I'm so cold I've been compared 2 the north pole faster than flow joe still hate the po po. My haters don't wa t it no more, be dodging me like hideo nomo got witches chilling at the mo mo. Never Catching me hanging out these ho Mos, that's a no no.