My beats are slammin...
Verse One:
My beats are slammin from the rugged programming
My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin
You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the
hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah
Other MC's got flipped with the ease
Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please
No, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO
Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW
Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm
Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
Boom! Blowin up n***az better than pullin the trigger
So you betta run for covah!
n***az better loosen they a**, felt the gla**
A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pa**!
Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live
MC gonna live God? No, the n***a die
The max-imum of MC's are populating
The min-imum of those MC's are dominating
Now all and together now, to what what who?
Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo
Chorus:
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa (2x)
Verse Two:
Ahh sh**, here I go once again
Rhymes get sh**ty from the time that I spend
I come old like toe fungus mold
Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul
Then I came with that old Al Green sh**
Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc
I get you blurry in your eye with a high note
down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked
The sh** I'm droppin is stinkin up your area
When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier
I keep my breath smellin like sh** so I can get
FUNKY, baby I'm not havin it
Chorus 2X
Help master! *battle ensues*
Dragon-fist!
Horse-fist!
ba*tard, I didn't know who you were