I'm the verbal-spit Smith & Wesson
The quick wit could split a split-second
Bomb Bomb with a lit wick expression
You here a tick tick then you testin'
My saliva and spit can split thread
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claiming they the best
Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me,
When the hammer slaps the bullet
You wind up in a room full of my dogs
I'll have you feeling like a fire
hydrant in a room full of dogs
get pissed on, shitted on
Tough talk turns to, "Can't
You get blazed when the mic's off,
You probably ducked when they laid
the gun shot in your song
Utter shit to re peat to you
Nothing the clip, then give a speech to you
we kind of the same in ways
We both speak with our hands
Rap now is a circus of clowns
A whole lot of lip from cliques
I'd probably rap circles around
I'm the next best to reach
I guess that I just leaked it
I'm a motherfuckin' star,
I provide the gun clapping a round
of applause after your show
We can go toe-to-toe cause cause
cause they calling you hot
Stepping around all your punches like,
Everyday I'm meeting somebody
Quick to shake a nigga's hand
and show me all of they teeth
And these bitches I be patting they asses
They be all dumb and googly-eyed looking looking
at me, batting they lashes
Rappers think Detroit niggas
Or since I'm down with Slim
Quick to judge me and tell
me that my hook might sell
And say faggot shit to me like I look like L
My advice quit talking it's over
I was knocking niggas out when you
was knocking sticks off of their shoulders
I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat
I got regrets older than some
Niggas say I found God with the flow
Bring the police to the studio and bring
the bomb squad to the show
Ain't a nigga touching mines
When you listen to my shit - you don't chew,
You'll miss a fucking line
I tick to show you it's hot
Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your
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