The beat breaks off, so I spit that china white - I'm all coked up, my lit craft don't needs a light/ I'm straight stir fry, I'm raw with the potty mouth - I'm so East Coast yet my FLOW, be the Dirty South./ I'm doing two steps, grinding hard on all routes - hustle strong last long, for them cashouts/ B. Boy Fly Guy, getting my cake up - screw face with the hard bass, pitching up./ Batter Up base hits, 9th inning Homerun - early bird gets the worms, sun up to moons done/ blocks on the stay hot, crookedness from the cops - but I don't give a 2 fucks, I'm a get it while it's hot./ Catch me if you can, yet my speed is on Flashpoint - plus I be a Thomas Wayne, 9 millies on point/ you'll get the picture, when them hollows gets the touching - this is Hill from The Brownsville, 1Top Gunning./ I see ya'll running, yet ya'll can't even catch up - Maxes with no Air, got ya'll looking like times up/ Air in my Maxes, got a nigga on his Ante Up - fucker run everything, BOSSLIFE now what./ Wreck Shit Mashed Out, my Posse be The OT - 4 Life Mutha Fuckas, that's my word as a BKG/ NASTY stays rated X, fuck you and your PG's - cause on some G shit, none of ya'll can't fuck with me./ I've been there and done that, so fuck you and your lame raps - lullaby with this murder verse, saying nighty night/ HOFA! be The MARKSMAN, BEAST MODE PRIME TIME - gat in the knapsack, ready for that CLOBBER TIME./ Trust me, ya'll not ready for this Bad Guy - because this Bad Guy, is coming strong with the 3rd eye/ kitchen fried with the hot grease, sizzling - I'm not a chef but a nigga knows his way, for hard Spittin.