(Main Verse)
Yo, you might think this guys nice
Looks like I won't spit hype on the mic
But trust you'll see by the end of the night
How i'm just a little bit mad inside
I'm loco, strangling the mic in a choke hold
When I spit bars i'm saving your soul
And blazing a whole bunch of grade blowing bare
Smoke in your face till your caked off the chro
And it ain't gonna slow down
So if you're seated and not hype in the crowd
Then i'm telling you now my friends you better watch out
(You better watch, better watch, better watch...)
Watch out 'cos I got a chaingun strapped up the mic and i'ma blast it