I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground 'Fore I put some wack shit out I'm tryin' to smack
I'm a Rock 'em Sock 'em robot kid, I drop bombs I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news I'm crazy and clever
you playing with You a artist from the street, I'll give you the blood to paint it with So yeah I'm positive, I'm positive I'm the best Spit bullets
the beats, money came wit' ease But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder Set
. Nigga, Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter Same press kicking dirt on Michael
her lane I'm all night with the pipe, I can feel her biting my chain She, got her own, I ain't gotta buy her a thang I be burning up the sheets everytime
Shall I continue where I left off? I'm feelin' kinda lovely but my Tummy is growlin' so I'm feeling kinda hungry So I hit the kitchen and I'm wishin
Humongous vocals; I'm quick to flick a jab I'm not Michael Jackson or the Chubbs but I'm bad Chew up a sucker like a stick of gum And then I spit out
Philly, I Was sort of easy going, I Was really a silly I I used to mess around I was kind of the class clown I hate to see you frown I hate to
I choke I brag and I boast about nothin Death, dying, and hoes fuckin So understand that he's saying something Never be heard I'm underground with the
called us ill, we're gettin' iller, there's no one chiller It's not Michael Jackson and this is not thriller I'm one def rapper, I know I can hang I'
R. Kelly, I' ma do that rippin' out your cunt shit I flipped the fuck out and did some dumb shit ? looked at me, I got a gun shit I ain't gonna give
I'm restless I'll eat ya'll, for breakfast No weapons, just music in my presence No peasants, you rappers can't touch this, I'm badder And I'm tellin'
in a el dorado I'm movin swiftly, the game is fast, very quickly Greyhound bus tickets, I'll vick you for the whole season That's the reason I'll be easin
Michael Jackson for child support, Rhyme is thought, what is it? Lethal, Damn you'll get hurt, Cos I XL like the tag on my shirt, I'll have these rappers
of y'all Maybe later on I'll give you a phone call I'm 'bout to slide out, but I'll get back at ya And when I call don't give me the run-around I ain
quick I'm on some Canary Wharf to Wall street shit no Michael Douglas but I'm on my MD shit If I don't do the number's I'll just do the alphabet A,B,