Hey they say I am the man that spat dem bars in those cars which are now as hot as Mars but you can't spit those bars or even rhyme do you even no the fuckin time bich when I am done with you I'll throw you in a ditch then you will need a stitch which will make you twith at the sight of the night I be rolling single When I come down you street you will hear a jingle my ping will make you zing cause I am the KING