Verse 1:
Hold the noise--- let that boy rap
He could be the greatest emcee with a dunce crown thinking cap
Drawing blanks----and saving face --get the liquor straight
Theres only one mic---in my hands its in the winners place
Dont blend my music with the damn mood swings
The plot: rock spots dap spock, just get the ooze and leave
Bagg em please--braggins for the swag role
Endure the lightest facets to reach the ma**es in the front row
The glow undeniable sweeter lyrics than papaya fruit
Whoever doubted got the left and spoke with miley cyrus too
--it ain't a army or the navy nor the drill team
He said the boy could flow and leaked elixer like that filled spring
Please..whose the first on your fav-or-ite list
And got dissed by the straightedge with all the paperclips
Who never missed one scratch off at the dealerships
These stories begin with more twists and turns than what the swisha gets
Verse 2:
Manipulated by his buddies and his hasbeens
Take em out the mystery like where can we find those damn kids
The plot ain't thick enough to eat more mayo
The underground ain't see him enough to shout free thebe and free yayo
He ain't buzzin..blame it on the corona lime
Told them he'll live the life of a million man for the millionth time
-----then after that get up
Still standing at 5'10 wanting porckchops and to hiccup
------whats wrong you seem troubled
Am I suppose to move like billy goats on this stage with my lyrics muffled
And delivering 32 figbits of why im better than the next guy
Im sorry you bought your ticket in the wrong line
Cuz this here is for the kids in ASP
That were the lasts one picked up---and never spoken to nobody
He watched the sun all recess with his imaginaries close
Its why his eyes are so bad, I dedicate this to mister frog toad