Heat

u call that rap,u kats, give me panic attacks wit dem 808 tracks y'all need, some facial smacks Don't quit ya day job U could use the money this one's a sell-out for the year of dub 20 cause language of the gutter, i mutter, might,stutter,no matter,what they utter,they know my styles still butter.So go call ya Pillsbury crew, I'll eat'em like dough excrete'em like doo-doo