The way I'm feeling, I could tear the ceiling of this (*##$,
Go and spend a million out this (*##$ when I'm rich,
Nah, better yet, go and make a billion from this %#@!,

I'm the realest when I spit,
I'm Sicilian to my dick, this is Mafia %#@!,
Aint no stopping me from dropping these apocryphal hits,

It's impossible quit, you can't see me on some optical %#@!,
So hop off of my dick,
It always seems, everyone is using me,

But where were you when I was rocking out the music scene,
You $#&@ing useless fiend, look at what you do to me,
So no more using me, better just get used to me,

I'm grade A, couldn't B me,
Couldn't C me on my D so please,
E's of the gas, or the F is for flat,

I'ma G, getting H to the I from a J,
$#&@ around, put the K to his face,
Then lay him in his place and take an L to the face,

Wait, no more rapping bout the alphabet.
You listen closely homie you can hear the sound of death,
The beats dying, sad, I keep crying,

Emcee's keep trying to come and heat iron,
D's they keep lying, smeez's they keep eyeing,
I keep nine in mine, I squeeze, and you see Zion,

Bygones, will never be bygones,
$#&@ around and turn this mother $#&@er into Saigon,
Ahhhh, hah I'ma box you like a Scion,

I'ma fly mother $#&@er, I'm on Saturn, Ion,
I thank Jesus, for the size of my ^&@#$,
And the mind of a genius, never mind, you a fetus,

Kindness is weakness, so we not the same kind,
I pop the #~!!@ and the nine at the same time,
You all my sons, but none of them's the same Mom,

I'm dropping A-Bombs, fill the air with Napalm,
I'm always hanging with them villain's call me Saddam,
I think I've gone too far, homie I'm way gone.

And when I make it I aint ever looking back again,
Hit the gas as I pass and laugh at them,
And now they mad because I won't come back for them,

But don't you worry little city I'll be back again.