Yeah Hold up, hey now, the beast in me Is no longer sleeping, it wants to eat emcees So I let him free, let him feed peacefully Until he cease, now the beast must drop feces But I never let it free fall, I catch it and spit it I kick shit that blows whole districts into tidbits With pen in fist I take tallies, of these scrimmages Can't call a game, my flavor wicked as witches is The kid spits fuego sicker than syphilis So sisters and brothers grab a shovel and start digging this Matter fact, grab a Nikon and picture this An icon with no assistance and no assist in this Reminiscing to number one plus twenty-three My days are sunny, prestige sweeter than honey bees Waters are muddy, I'm coming, running from nothing B Now I'm fucking muffin, motherfuckers ain't touching me ShitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
