Ayo, I'm playing knick-knack patty knock a beat the fuck out Rejecting cats faster than gay kids bounced from the cub scouts Tossed from the front door of the clubhouse, like, "What's up now?" Scour the grout off they feet and making 'em walk the rough route I'm sick of niggas wearing Sean-John, always puffed out Hogging mics, acting retarded, just like Forrest Gump sounds So, if these rappers want to bust rounds, I'll have a field day I'm always in-zones when I touchdown, Compton to Bucktown Pounding the scrubs, How in the fuck your stuff counts? When Verbs is on witness protection, after hearing how I snuffed Nouns Stalk a circus and hunt clowns... If you're smoking Tonedeff causes Emphysema, and will ultimately turn your lungs brown And that's my recommendation, I'm saving ya' from deterioration By making replacements for inferior baseman Players that never could play at the game they were placed in Checking the roster for their names, just to discover that they were scraped in Yo, I cross cultures like puzzles of words All y'all nickel and dime MCs are better off smuggling herb The minute I mutter a verb, I spark infernos I should be locked up for fucking kids like I was Mary Kay Latourneau You saying there were no... Witnesses Quick... If this hypocrite fibs a bit Kick his shit in and just get the whip and a hypnotist I'll finish him with a little lyrical hit and then stick 'em and spit in his Liquor with gin in it till he's admitting it Y'all whack rappers are just effeminate If eating dick's la vida loca, y'all niggas is living it So, Come on! No need to do the arithmetic This kid is just sick, so, heads up, peep my single ridiculous I inconspicuously wow brothers, without stutters, leave sounds smothered You couldn't come to grips with cow udders Like proud mothers, I brag with the best of 'em Ask your man what score he got after Mr. Deff tested If you're the champ, hand over the fucking title now More rules than a Cider House Pay me the proper respect... Just close your eyes and bow Its show and tell ya better hide your style I'm trying to separate the whack from the weak and I can't seem to divide the pile Stop grinning or I'ma strike ya smile Like lawyers strapped with time bombs, you'll never survive the trial 'Cause I'll defile ya name, card your ass and swipe ya file Bitch, I'm the river of venomous flows that spiked the Nile Despite denial, some rappers are never happy Yelling and shit with no email address talking 'bout get at me Dog, I'm serious, with hand-helds I'm shouting out, like Nextel Don't need a copy of Microsoft Office to Excel Word. I'm making these power points like Bill Gates 'Cause yo, if tone is recorded on chrome, its instantly the ill Tape You know Domingo makes the real breaks Your mother said "Guanabana", when I asked her how the dillz tastes.