listen!!! listen!!! listen!!!
yea!!! yea!!! yeah!!!
Im like the loch ness monster in dis game
in the hood u don't see me,
but u hear story about me.
This is a lyrical contest
U know who da best
tell ur fat ass bitch sit done an take a rest.
I told u already,
That im da best
I anin't no bitch like 50 cent
I don't need a bullet proof vest!!
So I hence what i'm saying
Always hear u complaning
Da words dat i'm Spiting is like a damn blizzard
catch a cold in da dezert
In ur hood Iím camouflaged like a damn lizard
I know what cha thinking
This shit is wack
It might be the worst rhyme that I spit
but still at the end of the night
who still fucking ur bitch!!!!!!
While ur home all alone giving dome to da pope
U never knew that your bitch hooker name was "Hope"
Blessing the whole squad for just a dollar.
Sent her on my way, But I told her to stop and gave my boyz a hollar
At the end of the night,
she made a pretty dollar.
Don't have your bitch,
Three weeks from now
don't come to me and saying dat im the father
there is 40 some posibility 'n not including da inner city(M.O.B. CITY)