Take a step back, you busy moving behind me
Way too high up altitude for you to even find me
You tiny, I smack your little hiny
You slimy, fuck-nut
There ain't a word in this world that define me
What's up? We got a runner, a roadrunner
Load the chopper gunner, take him out inside his own hummer
Misuse drugs daily, become a recluse
Get loose, I guess that's always a excuse
Magnificent sophisticated rhythm
I define overdrive, go check the definition
Make a precise incision and proceed with decisions
To kill 'em (kill 'em all) position without over ambitious conditions
This is how I do all of my operations
I'm never doing anything in moderation
And I never give anybody cooperation
Nope, never, not once, not even on occasion
I got these sucka MC's wrapped around my finga like some rings
Now bow the fuck down to The King
Don't be playin' with the West Coast Super Saiyan
I hear you talk a lot but ain't shit until you get to sprayin'
Stay payin' all my bills, poppin' all my pills
Robbin' all the banks with my GTA-skills
What's the beat, kid? This shit a banga
Tanqueray up in my cup, I ain't a sanga
In love with the money bags
Motherfuckas spittin' out shit like my white ass
Rollin' fast down ya block in a ski mask
Looking for a jaw to sock
Where the weeds at punk bitch I seen that
I'm a sticky icky nit picky, ticking time bomb
Swear on my mom's, yo, my shit is beyond
Givin' you a cold shoulder to cry on
In the corner with a cap on, sprayin' Krylon
Infect your mind with my intellect, no indirect
Attackin' I be on my best
Inventing more ways everyday to keep the world upset
I'm living rent free in your head till you snap your neck
Lay low for a second then I come back up
And act up on you cunts then I ash my blunt
Inside your eyes socket shoot rockets that can't be blocked
And every gear winded up all the way I can't be stopped
The radius is infinite (infi-infinite) so if you think that you can hide
You better go find another shelter to go inside
Different planets to inhabit cause we can not coincide
On this one, I don't have a fuck to give, son
Let the beat drop it keeping my feet hot
Say one wrong word, you getting your teeth knocked
Got you on the verge of death begging me, please stop (please stop)
But I never stop shit, im just sippin' my tea pot
I Murdered the beat and drop it off on ya front porch
And that's the real reason why ya parents got divorced (fuck you Jared)
Done more coke in my day than Scott Storch
The human torch put me out and throw me overboard
Doobie lit, dooley cocked, machete in my sock
Duly noted but I knew you was cop
And that shit ain't gonna fly
I'm a smoked out, locced out
Sword swingin' kinda guy and I'm tryna die (tryna die)
Get outta line, son, and stay there (stay there)
I pull up with mo' snow than a Coca-Cola polar bear (polar bear)
Stayin' dope, I poke alotta smot
In the parkin' lot, taking up three handicap spots
Grab the cash up out my palace
Sippin' on Dom Pérignon out my chalice
Trippin' like Alice, straight malice
Throwin' off ya balance
Bustin' rap so fast, I give ya fat ass a callus