Just roll with the winners
And f** the sinners
Eating breakfast, lunch, and dinners
Hungry n***as wanna end me
Like Enron
Walk the streets without Teflon
Get your feelings stepped on
For the wicked there's no resting
Right in Pandora
Must be nice to be a coroner there
With all the raping, k**ing, d**, and other sordid affairs
I just wrote what I hear
From the inherent muse
Tired of the box he wants to be let loose
Now ain't that the truth Ruth
Go group the troop
So we can plan how many more levels we can stoop to
While you sit there like a goof thinking what to do
I'm on that new sh** twisting fools like the Kama Su'
I smolder beats with the mental volcano
You're walking on a razor's edge, Scott Hall, Hey Yo
You a-holes couldn't tango get filleted whole
Two words to describe my style: Muy Bueno