Saddle up upon this crackin' track
Smashin' Cadillac
Matter fact

Make your cable crash
Face is on the TV yellin' rap trash


Hide your stash, gather cash
Clear your eyes like cataracts
'cause I'll smoke it up like ciggy ash

Keep it brash when I speak to cops

Spit like molotov, floor drops

Hands dirty like I'm touchin' doorknobs

Rob jobs as often as farmers pick corn crops

Sample chops say a lot about his slob tendancies

Render these similes, riddle me, you kiddin' me?

When I'm Italy with Kyle Reese, subtly cuttin' these money trees
With cunning kitchen cutlery


Stunningly, I'm running company
Selling records to the druggibies


It's troubling to be so humbling
So I'll show up on the telescreen
And be a brother to the skelly knees

Please, oh please keep the keys on your doormat

Take your crack, mattress, flats, mags, tags, flags, whatever else is in your pad


I'm Black Flag, my war
Keepin' Michael Moore floored

Drinkin' from the gourd of torn lore
Fib like Al Gore while I'm pourin' more OJ


Okay, stayin' on your lips
Throwin' fits on the seven track
Nerveracking lack of cackalacking

Saddlebacking horses passin'
Trashin' Stratus, status nice as Judgey Mathis
Lackin' tactics but I'm still as sharp as cactus


I'm untouchable, praised daily by the kids who are smokin' bowls


Bullet holes the size of carbon moles
Are embeded in my sneaker soles
Workers are burnin' coal across the street

Try to leave the horrid scene

As crooked as his diction in his lyrics

Gettin' rich off of the teenyboppers cheerin'
Interfering by the veering of his motor engineering steering clear into the sneering
Snickerdoodles on the roadside, spitting's gotten hi-fi

So don't act sly around my being
Leaving critics perma-seated
Treatin' Kias like meat by Cheetah


Skiin' past these legions
Eyes are dartin' he's in need of

Dire meetup with the cutie diva
Leanin' on the parking meter


Benz is riding past you, blast news
In your brain, going off like gas fumes
On that avenue, truly surely no use

To blow fuse
Pool is on cue, glance at it, automatic re-reaction
Is to slam it on that brake pedal to the metal

On the schedule of his crime spree
Never worried where I might be in future tense
Rosy-tinted shade lens

Always filled with hardy dents
Hardly ever dilligent
With people's wishes on the way he spits

Split the city when they found his !@!@&& spliffs

Flown the plane to Romey Rome
Watch the Throne he calls his home
Never found like Roanoke

Robbin' every store he knows
Choking, the smoke is potent, he's lazily flowin'
While rowin' on his open moment
Stoked to stroke his egotism
Mannerism is a prison

I'll be sinnin' while I'm spittin'