man $#&@ these rappers, i swear to god they bars is whack
actin if they really $#&@in hard and snap but they lines dusty like artifacts
yall are garbage man, just understand that I damage,

now in public haters keepin quiet like anne in the attic,
damn its, the man with rap for you $$#es,
!@#( boxed in like a cat in a basket,

smashin you whacks for the cash that im stackin,
grass and this hash hittin dabs in the labrynth--
these local rappers dont give my $$# the respect i deserve,

even though im wreckin every verse and every section is a burst of complexion with my words
in a direction toward the first i guess im stressin from a presense of your essence your disturbed
Im completin and depletin all these weakened rappers screamin

like puttin donkeys in a microwave you see these $$#es heated
leapin from an angel to a demon


Chorus:
Whattup motha$#&@a its despicable dean,
Are you kiddin me? my imagery from twistin this green,

smooth as bread and butter on this chick when i lean,
dude will never stutter when he utters spits he release x2


sicker than the illest ima killer when i punk kids,
liquor that im sippin got my livor on some dumb %#@!,
business that im bringin just a sliver when i run this,

drinkin chillin got some women in my dungeon,
never trippin for a bunk (*##$, its that new pro flow,
who gon know? to hit a $#&@in beat like a judo blow, my darkest enemies like KUDOS BRO

Gettin
Props on my track
off all these whacks,

never flop on a drop
cause im hot on the wax,
watch your rot on the spot

while i hop to top watch her mob
as she rocks on my lap
got her lost from the grass ima boss with raps, never pausin my track- gettin bop in the back,

of the car then i laugh, cause you callin her $$#, only doin that cause scarred from the past
car so fat that, the lard in tact
ima spar with you whacks

sharper thena mothe$#&@in shard of some glass,
bars of that xan jjust to part from my past
kill it with the skill for the thrill of it

she still on pills but im hittin it
cuttin thru her paper like sizzer slits,
hustlin em haters til im filthy rich


Whattup motha$#&@a its despicable dean,
Are you kiddin me? my imagery from twistin this green,

smooth as bread and butter on this chick when i lean,
dude will never stutter when he utters spits he release x2