I've got fun on the pad so I write this for me fam not for everyone, I feel the music and fill in with synch on the beat I defeat every mc without a feat. So I spit something sick And I split my profit, it's easy to win when eybody off beat, I'm off on the street see me walkin confidently, my verse on to you like a wall keen to fall, I'm on a tornado simulating a stall, it looks like it but I'm not gonna fall, if mandem don't wanna trust me I put them on a healthcare call, whilst I carry on to smash this endlessly pub crawl. Step down you lost control, take your shit and you fucking crown, you not the king, in the toilet jerking like jamaican chicks twerking, don't talk to me whilst I'm dancing, respect a bredda when he's zonin in, like a triple seven got me frounin, imma cold skin listen to this flow spin, you can't do it like me, your skin is so thin, like in politics you buy votes to win, see me skipping school I'm on a class to taste gin whilst I raise elbows and smak chins No drugs like chinx tryna fit syllables like i got mad skills, pint in my hand I go for some large spills, yee I'm in the club popping this goddamn pills, like the Slim Shady in purple hills , find me in the club when you got Jeff Mills, still Detroit speaking on this line, raise the volume I think I heard it through the grapevine, Marvin on the rhyme I'm honest it wasn't mine, after listening to this grime you committing suicide, and because you're a slime, I won't rate you for a dime, I ain't listen to your shit, so take some of this before they rating it a hit from a diss, they told me you like shower piss, smak your face more than Jadakiss, or joey badass kid, even without cash I still flicker the wrist you catch my eyes In the mist, in your ass you stucking a fist and then you get it to twist, you say it's not your thing but on your face i can see you liking it, get the fuck outta here,