I'm the ready type of ^!$$% to play the gangsta
Cause you's probably coolin
But straight off the mother$#&@in breast

I ain't comin for no foolishness
100 volts on the mic kept knowin then I'm probably chillin
Tilt that crazy horse bottle 'til I'm blitzed

$#&@in yeah ^!$$% yall know that feelin
But I ain't that type of ^!$$% to shoot the %#@! on my %#@! list
But I'm that talkin bro ^!$$% that's quick to handle my business

I'm makin a run with %#@! that I've done
I'm wavin a gun at %#@! that you've brung
Make ^!$$%s get brung stoned and hung with the slip of a tongue

I unfold a truck-load as I explode
You (*##$es can't hold the side-door when I'm in my front-load
I'm keepin'em I'm keepin'em hype

I'm leavin'em right I'm even uptight
Holdin the mic and say the word !#@* more times then Dolomite
I'm the ^!$$% that got the last words you got served

Smokin fat herbs and gunnin ^!$$%s down like black birds
With fast words I'm zipper I'm funky like rat turds.
And I'm much much more then a mouth full of adverbs and bad words

Stick it to a nig like chop sticks
My rapper I'm rapper
More flava more flava more cooler then a tub of Kool-Aid

I'm never in doubt before so ^!$$% then why try
Hittin harder then Popeye slappin mother$#&@ers like Cha-Cha
I $#&@ with a capitol