Hold up, hey now, the beast in me
Is no longer sleeping, it wants to eat MC's
So I let 'em free, let 'em feed peacefully

Until he cease, now a beast must drop feces
But I never let it free fall, I catch it and spit it
I kick %#@! that blows whole districts into tidbits

With pen in fist, I take tallys, of these scrimmages
Can't call it game, my fuego wicked as witches is
The kid spits juego sicker than syphilis

So sister and brothers grab a shovel start digging this
Matter fact, grab a Nikon and picture this
An icon with no $$#istance and no $$#ist in this

Reminisce the number one plus twenty three
My days are sunny with steeze sweeter than honey bees
Waters are muddy, I'm cunning running from nothing be

Now I'm $#&@ing muffin motha$#&@as ain't touch me