Yo, THe DJ's fucking puking

And the audience is spooked and shit

While I lay another track

Your claiming im abusig it

Flier than Amber with a hammer

Come at me bitch

I took it from her

And smacked her with it

Till she fell and twicthed

I get the shit im selling from he

But im mail of blacking him

So I get it for free

No thug life for me

Im Mr. Marley

With 3 dead bodies

Who crampted the groove of the

Soul survior of Detroit, in city boots

Going back man, back

Can't forget my roots

The place wear I grew up

Making niggas get held up

At knife point

YA im not a white boy

Justa lil Arab

Who likes his victims on slabs

In the basement

Coughing up blood and shit

We came to raise pulses

So gun your holsters

Cause we coming for the boasters

On the blogs with the clickty-clack

Try talking about me when im at your back

With a switchblade and Jose

Looking at ya like we gonna cut your name

And take your fame

Cause we got no shame

In school grabbing ass

Hustleing getting cash

Selling souls just to pass class

Like my ass is grass

Used to be a good lad

Being bad is a fad

Im just fucking blessed that im not my old man

Cordory shorts with the button up shirts

Gear in my pocket as I step out for lunch

Tyler Mr. green hat

Nigga wears the weed at?

Look up through the hair grining through a special black

Suicide watch again, watch me botch it up again

Smoking on campus, Like you'll never catch us

The foul Detorit

I can't forget my origin

Like I was born again

Born again pagan