Verse 1:

Looks like a fade on the Fresh Prince

6Fingers, raps come from outer space

Hopie Spitter, when I rub the hearts of men

Let me end like hypno[?] fillin’ hope like osmosis

Focus, listen to the teacher people

If ya seek yo equal, yo I’m not her imposter

I’m the featured speaker on this roster

Never heard a better wordsmith than Spits

It’s worthless, I got serious now

The sound ya fearin’ is out, nobody feelin’ ya style

Against my rap game

All I’m sayin’s I’m the queen of the charts

Now what will I get the blood spark for the gun talk

Hook:

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Don’t get ideas, act funny, ya can’t touch

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Don’t get ideas, act funny, ya can’t touch

Verse 2:

Damn, she’s workin’ it now, got it worse than a child

Doin’ a candy store, pocket what she can’t afford huh

Rock it like a candy paint Accord

Pop it like a Snapple bottle, drop like Apple Bottom model does

Relax yo neck, it’s a bad look

Shook ‘cause ya let a female get ya game took

Look like you wasn’t impressed but flex a lung

I check your pawn

The queen is serving you, I do this for thoughts

You’re hurtin’ for my verses on your best of songs

Take shots, I ain’t worried ‘cause my bets is on

Say whatever you’re sayin’ about me

‘cause I’m playin’ the game takin’ names as bounty

Hook:

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Don’t get ideas, act funny, ya can’t touch

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Don’t get ideas, act funny, ya can’t touch

Bridge:

‘cause I’m hittin’ the scene and I mean it

I’m the meanest emcee you ever seen kids

Weak rappers ‘bout to be devoured

It’s your final hours, what’chu wanna do?

I’m hittin’ the scene and I mean it

I’m the meanest emcee you ever seen kids

Weak rappers ‘bout to be devoured

It’s your final hours, what’chu wanna do?

Verse 3:

And it’s comin’ true, every prophecy

The way it oughta be, no rapper will be stoppin’ me

You can’t copy me, I’m so original

Even at molecular levels, I make ‘em minuscule

With every lyric you’ll be hatin’ my swagger

Waitin’ on my actions, wishin’ I waved at’cha

Got visions of grandeur playin’ across your face

B*tches never know when they be chillin’ on my plate

Hook:

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Don’t get ideas, act funny, ya can’t touch

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Yummy, so many emcees in my tummy

Don’t get ideas, act funny, ya can’t touch