I walk in the room to air horns

Slick talking, in rare form

Care is warn and I'm bared for

Heat but don't keep the hair short

Nervous, thoughts are thick, coarse

Knowing it's what I write for

Telling nobody in particular to eat shorts

Knowing it's a quick fix, I'll be damned if it don't stick

Nipping at my incompetent confidence for a little bit

So i'm just making hits, coolin in the bungalow

Dynamite, lighting the wick and let the bundle blow

Lightning like I'm cracking the whip and let the thunder go

Tasty rappers looking at my money, who you hungry for?

My style is evident, aim it at your residence, these peasants is

Kneeling at my feet because I'm heaven sent, a testament

To the tremendous beating I'm bringing

Tracks'll leave the floor shaking windows breaking ears ringing

I'm not done preaching, never will be

Not until you all kill me

Twice each, might have reached my peak at 19

I'm the Dead ringer to your favorite MCs

Make em weak in the knees I'm solving problems with ease

I don't blink

Nor do I eat sleep or drink I'll take watch

Like I run up on ya on the corner like "I'll take watch"

I won't botch this, obnoxious, giving verbal accostings

I cost this egregious rapper some more losses

I'm awesome, applauding appalling beat downs

On these clowns

Known to get down

After putting lights out

Right now. Turn your brain to pixels when I split frames

Dealing high resolution damage, toting 4 k's

I got two new year's resolutions

1. less break outs and 2. More break ins

Beat ya ass till it look like the end piece of bread

Easy cause it's located snuggly over your head

So I'll heat some metal, make your face turn red

Served past page margins with some margarine spread

Burnt

Fill tombs and Place wounds on enemies

Big shoes to fill if you gonna try and bury me

Kill ya confidants then kill your confidence

My sub is Sub-Zero, step up and leave spineless

When I'm snapping over these beats there's something deep inside of me

That wakes up and starts spewing all this energy

See that nothing makes me happy like perfecting a flow

Or fixing the piano roll so it perfectly lands the blow

So I can go crazy performing to dirty clothes

Break the shovel use it to climb out of some deep lows

[Outro]

Shouts to Tampico

If you know you know