Aye, aye the idiotic kid's back Ready to attack, ready to put two macks to your back Ain't no fussin when I start bustin Lyrically cussin, why Jay Dee's want production Go to 212 to see my friends Too many Heineken's, the whole crews fightin to get in I'm lookin around to see who want it I wanna get blunted but only got a dollar on it The rude boys is frontin, legends is pumpin Bella is jumpin, the heat is like shh...bumpin Ready or not rap world here I come Comin to every battle screamin out, "Who want some" Lyrical warfare for MC's who step Caution watch your step or I'll destroy your rep Lookin for the crews that cause a threat We ain't ballers yet, we ain't passin no moet I'm playin in between the sheets in my jeep Lookin for the freak with the big butt cheeks No disrespect throw your hands up Yeah, grab your girl tell her, put her hands up Throw your hands in the air Put your blunts in the sky Grab a cutiepie And do the butterfly Cruisin down the Ave, just to hit a spot I got a fat girl on my jock I'm a tell you why I'm the king and you're a pion See what's happenin your whole style is a rewind Whack MCs will get verbally shot Cause ain't no style like the style I got I'm the idiotic kid that they call Bizarre Get kick out at topless bars because I went too far Don't try to roll if you're a beginner roll a rookie Forget the blunts kid we high off weed-cookies Buddha sets represent the mid-west And I can penetrate trough vest Leaving a whole lot of mess Three millers and a blunt, boy I'm too high Just cause I'm a big guy don't mean I can't butterfly My crew's gettin wasted in Noah's Arc I'm in the back of the club smokin blunts with Sonya Burnheart Don't matter if your big short or tall Kick your game and give your girl a call The nights over kid, I'm still gettin splifted Keith Murray dropped the half off the set get lifted