1 2 3 its c o d y off the t o p I spit obese rymes these guys in my sight, i pull the trigger tight. boom flash u gonna see a bright light. sigh step to me I'll knock your head up right in hindsight u shoulda kept it in mind, why? now u looking up at the night sky. close ur eyes its ur bedtime yo lemme read u a story coz u gonna catch some z's my nickname is Mayweather, these hits will send u overseas this breath brings death like the May weather see. make u fall like leaves of of the trees now u begging mercy please. how much can one bleed hit u 1 more time just for good measure. now I'm making u wheeze. just like u have asthma I tell u to stand up but ur knees are buckling lips all swole looking like the ugly duckling why so weak. u should seek, a doctor snap ur back need a chiropractor another smack boi u wack got no sack. just a mick spit that shit thats not it I don't quit just a bit loose with it yea u sick take a sit just one more fucken hit yo I'm the weather ma