Instead of hatin' move to the left

I ruin your attempts while you choosin those unusual steps

Stupid to death, act dumb but the last one that stepped

Felt the intellect connect, with the record and than they fled

So many rhymes in my head that I'll never run out

You better run now instead bust rounds I set gun down

And have a talk with you, father you

Unstoppable force it's not probable I'm stoned but I don't rock with you

Classy type but spit nasty like prostitutes

Karma Sutra readin' with yo bitch and I offer you

This dick quick bless you and pardon you

Step in the Garden shroomed out off a blotter in an awkward mood

So smooth with your daughter in my clutches

I'm a monster off the top but when I write you can't touch it

Fuck rubbers, see I just keep it raw so I conceive

Ridiculous imminent rhyme schemes

Consider it iller than every rapper I'm takin it back to 93

Now you can see what's up bitch

Me and Bas Capone 2 gs on some dub shit, run with me

Before I leave you in my dust quick, clutch this blunt lit up

Ready to run this shit and all these other kids can suck a couple dicks

Cus everybody wants to rap but can't nobody fuckin spit

So fuck with this its gon make y'all fresh

I'm comin in to fuck yo bitch I'm so Based God-esque

I got a bitch like kreayshawn with a rods rep

Fuck the game when I pay off refs, so a-r-s-e-n-i-c BG ima rep

OGSC see me in the flesh

Smell the weed on my clothes and the lean on my breathe

I'm so, eager to blow but I'm equally stressed, still

Keepin my flows unbelievably fresh, ill

Rhymes till the death and in peace ima rest

I'm out