bow down and call me sire because it's me that you admire you claim that you be balling well I claim that you're a liar I'll ve out gettin mine while you're still trying to conspire if rapping was your job you suck so much that you'd get fired put I'll y'all to shame and make you wack MCS retire i be dressed in the flyest pimp attire sortta like the models you see in GQ and Esquire i don't want a piece of the pie I I just want the whole entire if you want to battle me that's funny like Richard Pryor i Strike Back as if i was the empire i stay high like a bird perched on a Wire I get around like close up in a dryer I pack more meat than Oscar Mayer or Hillshire if you're a rap fiend in need I'll be the dope lyric supplier I'm gonna get whatever yeah whatever my desire you couldn't get a grip even with a pair of pliers y'all be mixed up like a batch of jambalaya I like girls with ass that's thick like a patch of Breyers