Its the face smashin wit da bashin
bringin chash in like Dash n'
im makin money
i aint no pussy bunny
so dont act like its funny
I get the dough
for my flow and my show
It'll take you ova,
like smokin a clova
have u fucked up on your knees
im takin over your body like a diesease
u cant quit smokin trees
your so fucked, u try to mess wit me
but my raps would swarm you,
like a mob of angry bees
Youll be walkin wit pegs for legs
to fuck wit me u must be messy in da head
mess around get clapped and ur muthafuckin dead
then u hear it, the cock of the glock
and u know ur gonna get knocked
start runnin to escaped the gunnin
but thats not my style
havent done it for a while
ever since on got on the cops file
fuck the gats, i use bats
swince once in da face
now u stupid, like a dunce just sprayed wit mace
but in any case
im just like nelly runnin for home base.
 
 
 
 
 

Tica tica slim shady
o wait thats not me
thats marshall
u say im like him, but thats not true, only partial
I dont sound like him, rap like him, act like him
Im not a fuck like him
except for the race
u know, the color of my face
Im not from 8 mile
U know wat, wait, enoff of this
man fuck this shit
im sick of talkin bout em
evryones sick of him
theres too much drama in this hiphop
with the pop pop of the glocks,
and peoples clocks gettin stopped