(Verse 1)

Real rock rap and not to Xerox, weird not

Enough to make you fear a lot, from here watch
I ran scrimmage and I fought to the damn finish
And I popped eyes open without eating me canned spinach

My fans in it, constantly tellin' me I can win it
If I stand grimace damagin man every damn minute
I blend then, expands quick it, scrams wicked, rhyme

Grand spittage, H.A.M. with it, fam dig it's, N9ne
Cha - hard to see me like the background
Your rap styles comin' softer than a cat's meow

Red laces, but booted like I'm Iraq bound
That frown, will get you ate by my cannibal from Sac Town
So relax pal, pat down, gat down, bat down, blackout

With a fat smile, I might react foul, so don't make this cat growl
I caught everybody when I spazzed wow, who do I catch now!