Reef, I thought you was coming out this year I'm like,
you gay, I thought you was coming
out this year
No, I can stop rapping for three
years and
be on a new release once a
month for three years
Dog, my body of work is like a
body of water
Your body get jerked like you're
break dancing
Bus moves, wild style,
crush groove I want the big money
What do you want, big dummy?
Hey, yo, I'm crazier than a motherfucker.
My last girl had a kid that
makes me a motherfucker.
Pause on that.
But my crown, clown, get your paws off that.
Or them gats'll pop.
I put puppets underground.
Fraggle rye.
I laugh a lot.
I got the giggles.
I can't just win.
I've got to kill you.
Gats and barrels.
All about my cheese.
My craft, my crack, a barrel
I keep some fresh nice white teeth,
dicky hood
Ugly motherfuckers spend a fortune
trying to look this good
My face is perfect and I'm
built like a four -truck
So you know pussy an
d pussy get tore up
I'm moving more up,
respirator style
Leave them coughing and wheezing,
respirator style
You've been rapping for ten
years and never made a foul
You didn't make it then,
so you'll never make it now
The game I'm breaking
down is so simpleton
Match park, mibbleton,
groove bar, simpletons
Never deal with suckers,
buffers or middlemen
Never start shit, best believe I finish it
I am killin' it, the game is dumb easy
I'm the gap between
Big
Daddy
Kane and
Young
Jeezy
You don't believe me?
All you gotta do is come see me
The sickest black man since the
brothers from
Tuskegee
Let's go