Sean Price - STFU, Pt. 2 lyrics

All I do is rap and rhyme I don't know today's math, don't keep track of time Universal beat down, beat down your universe Sean P AKA you the worst The best rapper, the worst rapper The sket clapper, the purse snatcher The neck snapper, the Earth slapper This your man Sean The opposite of a f**ing Duran Duran song That n***a soft with the wack sh** My raps slap the Earth off of its axis You dealing with a motherf**ing boss, you ba*tard n***as die when I'm raising my voice a ratchet Motherf**er, do you Form a fan, cast it, smacked posted on YouTube P, I spray the gat at your ride Sean Price the greatest rapper alive Shut the f** up The first verse uno, second verse dos First verse is bueno, the next one is boss Back when Milk was chilling My man smoked a bag of dust and k**ed his children No f**ing around, no Wilt the stilting n***as that's off balance gets k**ed for tilting I bang burners at b**hes that's built for building Cover your Ralph Tresvant, quilt your feelings Too hot, take off the hot sweater Expose a lot of chedder, get popped with a hot Beretta African boss Mandela Idi Amin when smoking the ya mean Clutching the pound Then I start waving my arms and f**ing around n***as stop playing with Sean, listen I spit prison imam bars That'll put you in a ER, pa Shut the f** up