Freaking holy rollers that's going to Sunday service Nonwholesome hoes that's hopin to have a purpose Sammy fuckin A, the master of this verbage Tossin and turnin in your sleep You're gonna feel worthless when I get on the mic and I spit Like a cobra bitch, spittin this venom in your eyes, shit I'm iconic, you're just nonsense I'm on top and I'm dropping bomba, shit There I did it again Where's the thin between me and a pen? Where's the fucking thin fabric holding it in? And where's the fucking block point to where your road ends? 10 men, you bet I've got the soul and the strength Knock a bitch made man out, leave him at his won wake Now all you fuckers better duck, cause it's huntin season The time of year we find out who the true emcees is I'll leave you screamin, whether screams or cheers Man, it doesn't really matter, though, I love it, yeah