I got problems, the flow is not common
I'm serving you rappers with a helping of Top Rhymin
Lyrics that are k**ing the rappers that rock diamonds
I'm sick enough to slap you with a bowl of hot ramen
Top's China, out flexing Scott Steiner
I f** b**hes, eat p**y and pop hymens
You're not honest, I'm sick enough to make an abstinent n***a go cop condoms
Promise, scout's honor
I'm so Australopithecus...oops I mean ape sh**...
Going bananas, dropping hammers on all you chicken sh**s
I'm sick with the arithmetic
16 bars, 4 verses, 64's the product, I'm playing games but ripping sh**
You were quite the actor 'til I f**ed around and flipped the script
Listen: I was spitting like a person with a lisp and sh**
Now your b**h got my dick written on her Christmas list...
But that's what happens when you've got nice writtens
And chicks be waiting for your sh** to drop like pigeons...
So: get her a pen so she can jot my digits
You scotch brite b**hes 'getting boxed like Triscuits
It's life, run away, you're getting shot like biscuit...
Punk bithces...