Tear the ground
Verse 1 [Erreon Lee]
Rappers say they rippin' but they don't really be spittin'
Them s**as givin' it minimum, qualities what I'm givin' em
Wait, wait, hes k**in' em, damn they really feelin' em
Sorry doc, its no healin' em, illness it kinda lives wit em
Numero uno homie call me george Washington
I'm betta' than these n***as in 2nd, they Thomas Jefferson
Ha, my flow is outta' space, all they sh** is outta' date
Man I'm, tired a eatin‘ these rappers, ima clearly outta plates
They childish, they foulin', they holdin'
Hold on stop the music homie, get up off the scrotum
I'm tryna be the best yet, not just present tense
Man this just the warm up, we'll call it oral s**
Verse 2 [Erreon Lee]
I don't need no hook on this b**h… why?
Cuz I'm hotta' than ya favorite
I bet the doctor told my momma mam ya baby sick
She asked what's ya plan son? And You know what I told her?
Replied momma ima leave this world a rockin' roller
Not like gene simmons, kid rock, or tommy lee
But in my own right oh ima rock em man I promise peeps
The critics asked, am I a beast and the truth
Here's the answer, I don't wear a shirt in the booth
You can say I got 4 backs cuz everyone's behind me
Yeah I said it, run it back reverse it and rewind me
People crowded round like its something to see
Well damn, it is the warrior, who better than he? Huh?
Verse 3 [Erreon Lee]
The curve ball I'm pitchin', swingin' but they just missin' em
Not listenin' to radio, turn it off like they pissin' em
No question that I'm ready, wearin' on you, I'm heavy
Its petty how they hate me, I'm rock solid, I'm chevy
No Tylenol, no motrin', no robitussin can fix it
Nyquil or advil, still won't cure me of this sickness
Hate it or love it, my presence on this mic's felt
And I can lead you through the water, call me mike phelps
They claim to see me on that mic, that can't quite be
I'm monumental to the game, they just sight see
So don't address me as a rapper, but an mc
Refer to me as hip-hops c-h-i-l-d