I'll start this off with the fact that my pockets are petty

Look at all of this paper, can't you tell that my wallet is heavy

Flowing so smooth, no leaks on this faucet; it's steady

The hottest is barely able to keep up with a prophet so deadly

A prairie so sketchy it's filled with rappers thankfully I brought a machete

This is definitely not me trying to be funny so I wouldn't stop counting your blessings

I'm fiending an Indian sandwich I should of head over to Delhi

I'm getting all sweaty in this bitch and the air is unhealthy allegedly

Yeah, Versace is not me I'm rocking my top three favorite articles

Can't stop me, my hobbies and colleagues always get chased by constables

I'm godly, wrist sloppy still chopping and this is barely arsenal

My posses is largely so costly but to me that's no obstacle

I got more than a few reasons why people call me The Slammer

Been to jail and this fuckers still question me grammar

Fell off a car and last longer then six seconds on keggers

Drown in the pussy and body box and look at me and say that it's slander

People don't know if I'm playing or if I'm truly sadistic

Fuck all their ignorant questions I don't like them rudely specific

Everything I own gets taken away like they sued me on Christmas

This verse is a Holocaust, it's like I'm cruising my hit list

Fuck all the fake shit, I'm not going to take it

I'm only happy when I'm as high as a spaceship

My shoulders are weighted; shit from the third grade bitch

But I wasn't a gay kid who was into some fake shit

Look, on flows I'll choke, I'm slow and broke

But you'll still see me blowing smoke

I know I'm stoked, but what else am I too do

But treat my adversaries like the Jews. Poof!

[Outro]

Going in, I'm going in

I beat this shit like Osama Bin