Who you think you barking at? I see you when you walking at
The streets and never calling back, bring me the quarterback
Heart attacks are outrageous, my rhymes are R-Rated
Call daily, tell you bout' the lyrics with the raw pages
Take this and I will see you on a Sunday
Come play, buy an ounce and smoke it all in on day
I used to love her now the beat makes me stutter
She muttered, telling me that there can be no other
I'm smooth like the butter, broke my PlayStation
Cause' when I told you that my mind was in a daze I wasn't playin'
Keep praying buddy, pulling on the same trigga'
Put your remote control down this is not a game
Pain is a sorta mind strain giving you a migraine
My brain is large, yours is smaller than a rice grain
Now who's stalking me? Rapping like a prodigy
I'll tell you right now Hip Hop is still a part of me
You ought to be rapping on the side of the road
I'm hotter than stoves, some think my lyrics are cold
A diagram shows how emcee's are better than rappers
Pull em' in traps, tell em' that they never come back
Hey yo
What the fuck is this in my eardrums?
I can't even think I can't hear none
What the fuck is this in my eardrums?
I can't even think yo
