left hand on the mic right hand on the sight im on like light u soft like rice heart cold as ice im doing this nice baring my arms wearing these stripes hustle i peddle like bikes im not to hype a boss do as he please do what he like i do not fight banana clip ripe high as a kite still finna light u know the vibe u know the deal roll a onion i peel mom say god wanted u to drink u woulda had gills the shit is to real deliver the kill sliver of silver i slice em wit steel yo whig ima peel i am the real i am the deal cookin eric Clapton appeal i am the captain so kneel thats why im at the wheel approaching the seal no leavin for dead its a close quarter kill i aint on no pill just high on the thrill aint skippin no meal im fresh outthe ville give a fuck how u feel give a fuck bout feelings aslong as im winnin then im grinnin im cheesin with all diff women in all types of weather the sky tell me to listen im payin attention im seeing it written the mic in postion so ima start spittin off top i drop no plob 28 on the dot i cannot stop snakes i smoke so venom i cop swoopin like hawk u hearin me knock Target aquired shhh stop... targets been dropped ready for shipment fresh in the box you pussys is chicken no pox puffin the gas u smell the exhaust captain of kush i hate to just floss king of the dub u just took a lose