Yo
Get the fuck off my dick and let me rip this shit

I write raps and when niggas bite, I clap
'cause their shit sounds better now
You done let me down
'Cause I thought you would be dope but instead
Your shit's dead, you gets fed
To the alligators lurking in the moat, peep what I wrote
You bit so hard I though the shit was a quote
But still I'm taxing axing the competition
And any wack men I stomp and diss 'em, easily
And you can feel the pressure plus
When I bust MCs'll be
Trampling each other trying to exit when I flex it
The way I wreck shit is not unexpected
Niggas just lose when I choose the best crews of MCs
And turn 'em into refugees
I slaughter a lotta MCs that are the
Styles I compiles and cut 'em up like vows
Think to yourself I write the shit
So you can bite the shit
And I'll know despite you get props
(To the beat)
Niggas get dropped

That's how it was and that's how it is
That's how it was and that's how it is
That's how it was and that's how it is
That's how it was and that's how it is

Enough with this wackness, enough is my check
Enough with these motherfuckers biting DAS EFX
I come real when I show skill
(Hey yo Saafir!) You macked on that ho ill
And that's for real my flow still
Is everlasting, niggas forever blasting
Shots when cash gets hot
You're not fresh so you hating when I be just
Ripping microphones without stating the obvious
Now how much harder can it get?
Niggas try to flow but they soundin' like me
A year ago
Shit, oh kaput, I got loot
To the hos, I'm cute and so I always got boots
It's me so be free to feel the ivory swing
More niggas got my back than Rodney King
I feel tight knowing that the shit I write
Will be exposed to foes and everyone will feel fright
And you'll run and tell your man "Yo peep this twist
It's real try to practice" But the mack is
Way ahead of you, instead of your wack sound
I'm kickin' shit to make MCs back down
Got rhymes that kills fills many empty heads
When niggas took me dead I got 'em in line like Stimpy
Red light slow that shit down bring it to a halt
You're wack and it's all your fault

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jonathan Owens, Kirk Robinson, Nathanial Robinson, Teren Delvon Jones