I'm from a grimy city from a bunch of miles away

With no regard for the laws, I'm from a sovereign state

From a murderous block, swirvin' in a convertible drop

Making sure you heard my proverbial plots

I'm tryna take over the world like Pinky the Brain

My dream mistress is a bitch like Pinky with brains

Or Roxy Reynolds, I'd stick dick into her

She suck cock for a living, tongue kiss with Murs

But I don't feel anger

So like the frame of the nickel plated chrome fo' five, I'ma still bang her

Original renegade niggas still afraid

More niggas follow than Ashton Kutcher's twitter page

Chowder time, ya'll write, I sprinkle powder lines

If Kelly beat his case, my lawyer gon' swallow mine

So put your nines on the crap table

You life gambling I'm Patrón sippin', signed to Black Label

Champagne wishes become realities

Bad bitches fly minus the travel needs

My dick is the biggest thing on my anatomy

I diss niggas for nothing like why you mad at me?

Nickel is definitely still reckless

The last nigga got killed and made me feel threatened

Who really cares what a rapper talkin'?

The only feeling that ain't familiar is after losses

I shoot Edo G in the head and go back to Boston

With a trunk full of white, we call it Asher Rothin'

Feel honored if I talk about your ass often

You should wanna sleep in the bed I was jacking off in

It's a reason these muthafuckas is backin' off him

He Floyd Mayweather, Paul Williams, and Chad Dawson

All rolled up in one his money trash talkin'

Amongst bosses chillin' out in the cash office

Nigga, you testin' the one, nickel second to none

I'm hotter than Texas at three, I'm affecting the sun

I don't just sound raw

I'll disconnect your shit have you walking around with Bobby Brown jaw

And then Whitney say crack is wack and it offended me like, Fluzey

Why you dissin' my music? and you can ask Proof, we come from Chopper City

Minus the wack suit, and the beef with Ness

Forever in hell and the smell of that sweet success

That calico talkin', sayin' "We the best!"

I'm a fair teaser, this bitch said "Who the fuck died and made you God?"

I said "Jesus", I'm in the zone I feel like a star

And nigga you know what to do if you feel like a fraud

Go on jump in that traffic, you playin' Frogger

I ain't no blogger, I'm Mister Rearrange Your Aura

Niggas thinking all I got is internet soldiers

'09 is the fear year, respect's over

The OGs taught me how to do it one way

So I ain't down for no games unless it's gun play

Niggas'll murder judges, over murder grudges

I don't put money on heads I just refer to cousins

I drop dope records that's hot like a furnace

The needle on that record player is hypodermic

Receive food from a intravenous tube

Kill your ass in private between me and you

I'm sick enough to go up in your house

Sickening rhymes, I spit 'em and throw up in my mouth

You fuckin' round with the Slaughter House conglomerate like catching your parents fucking, I'll leave you traumatised

A beef live till the drama dies, my daughter could get struck by lightning if I ain't down for homicide

You don't believe in me you a atheist thug

My bitch pussy delicious as the Flavor of Love

Fuck what they say

I'll tattoo your face, Danger but it ain't for the love of Ray-J

I got her card hard, I call my penis "Dicky"

Before I let you bullshit me, I let Serena kick me

And she got thunder thighs

I could just be so heartless and give you the business but I ain't from the Chi

A product of the Borris where Barry Gordy records

I'm talking A1 Yola, that's totally pure

I flow bodies of water, dead fishermen haunt me

I got the temper of a trigger, the dick of a donkey

I'm a Soulja Boy, yeah I'm the last breathin'

No need to turn on my swag, come on, I'm swag sleepin'

Y'all niggas flows is old ya'll sound like last weekend

I'm Marty Delorean partying with a bad reaper