[Intro]

You realize who I am?

I'm gonna break your bones into little bits

Yo

[Verse 1]

You could throw me in a lineup, rough beard

Thick knot and my shines up

Mediterranean bezel rocks planted like saltines

Worth about six hundred thousand in the Auck scene

I still jog in the hills of Brazil

Twelve eggs and my conditioning coach is Anderson Sil

He a prize fighter, and me, I'm a prize writer

Time you industry niggas recognize fire

Boric acid mixed with ricin

Don't stand under a tree 'cause my flow is lightning

Some say I should be prosecuted, death by lethal injection

Electrocuted or Malcolm X 'em

Or send a Chinese bitch in the club to stretch him

And if that don't work, then it's on to the next one

Beef, we can let it cook, fried to perfection

Got the bulldog snub that'll cave your chest in

[Interlude]

You know what'd happen if I punched you really hard?

[Verse 2]

Ayy, yo, my moms never knew that she was nursin' a wolf

And I wrote this on 9/11, covered in soot

Spittin' tobacco out my mouth in Claiborne fatigues

Posted under a Brinks truck waiting to squeeze

Stay on point like the nose of a marlin, Spartacus brawler

Pressin' y'all pussies in public, nigga, you stallin' with

Nowhere to run, faggot, I'll grab your ear

My shootin' arm stay fresh like a bag of gear

Goose coats, yachts, diving off of big boats

My bitch pedicured up with a sick throat

So cold, making you stutter

"I-I-I c-c-can't believe Ghost is still gutter"

Everywhere I go, I'm polyg'ed up

Cohen optical frames of Breitling, dipped with a crisp cut

See me on a Jackson 5 cover next to Randy

They had black 'fros, mine was sandy

Buckwheat Jackson

[Outro]

You gonna fight or not?

Get off, get off