Contradictory to the rumor that my heads so big

I worked hard to gank my money call me Easy the kid

But there's always perpetraitors runnin' the streets

Claimin' they pined my lyrics and tapped out our beats

Deceit, lies, look into my eyes

I'm in a Cadi full bad guy, contemplatin' drive-bys

On those who wanna duck us and dis

To all you player-haters I'm gonna tell you like this

Fuck me over once, I might yell at your crew

Fuck me over, the shit'll be on you

Backstabbin' player-hatin' fools, I thought you knew

You got my money in your pocket

And my homies in your shoe

Confused by your tatics, I just can't see

Why all the people in the game you gotta shit on me

And on top of that I hear your claimin' you an innovator

If you ask me you ain't nothin' but a perpetraitor

Out on the road there's hoes doin' strolls to make the bankroll

Some roaches come and go just like the one who try to gank ya

Shoot'em up with something sinister

Consider the record of the minister

Dirty K they label "Menace", so I gots to finish ya-uh

End comes soont these slicks

When consumed hittin licks

So slick they stick they dick and now it's time to hit the bricks

No flinch on this side of the fence, we're getting stronger

86'D, dethroned, hence you are no longer

Cheatin' and beatin' the bitches who drinkin' the monkey

It's funky, they're movin' their feet and

Got a problem fallin' from ballin' so indiscreet and

See the world though bloodshot eyes, tell only lies

Feel the six-string cry, you know that dirtys got an alibi

Callin' me boss while your girl grips my sauce

Just one trip to the sack, and then their money they cough

Bought'em nothin' honey, thats the way that it goes

Got'em givin' money that the way I pimp hoes

Shit would be cool if you had ends

So you got your gank on and fucked your friends

Talkin' all you can, now ya hate

Too bad you had to perpetrate

Everyboby get off my back

Cause I got some things you can't have, yeah

Get your own and stay off my sack (best believe that)

Jealousy'll get you nowhere, another place, another time

Another bottle of wine, another fiend another scene

See you in hell ondown the line

Perpetraiting Motherfuckers on the bittin' tip

Kinda got me fuckin' fellin' on the fuckin' violent tip

You can slip but don't slide, 'cause I got heat in my ride

If you decide you wanna get warmed up

Whats up-with that bullshit talk you've been throwin'

Told us to meet you so can beat us but I know you ain't goin'

My flow is Guilty in the first degree

Call me Easy Fuckin' Jesus or the YDB, you'll see

Titty shakin' bitches pull the shades over they eyes

When they feel the hands of dirtiness runnin' over they thighs

Nevertheless I must confess the best pussy I ever blessed

I guess the less you love a woman theres more stress on intrest

About the many ways you can abuse a woman and gettin' it past the law

Or about the many ways can use a woman

And doin' it in a stall

And about the many ways you can rape a woman by slippin' rohypnol

Or about the many ways you fucked your friends not givin' a fuck at all