Yo, yo, yo, verbal a**asin, you feel me See it's a Don's job, miraculous montage [?] we shacklin' pom-poms The cheerleaders, sheer cheetas appear reaping the game Career steepers appear beeping your game Steer cheaps on the deer creeping your lane often Main park and the slain stalk your chain sparkling Desire hotness, higher process, higher hospice diagnostics for you It's f**-free, I need solace Clean polisher, cheap knowledge, Rashee Wallace, get it Put a hole in your top Never mind, hold the medal like magneto, a black beetle A tech lethal, attract kilo o' coke I'm that dope I pack needles for the project junkies It's sardonic,star sonic, scar evolve chronic [?] The vino nights, cause she knows dykes But she knows where the nino type Indefinite [?] to send messages grin hectic for the ends The pen pressed against the notebook Coach rooks to beat veterans Breath metal and reach settlement over dollars I'm over dollars like an older scholar Rode a collar working a stove, they drove Impala's Known for dodging the 5-0 Dropping the lines like I'm done with coke and women She's doper than [?], probably bout to glow brick cause the boat spit to Venice [Break: Sample] It's a fugazi, how do you know it's a fugazi? (them f**ed up seconds). Well it's a fake,... (Yeah, I know what a fugazi is). Hey pal, you wanna see something. Imma show you something [Verse 2:] Welcome to the mega mechanisms Heckle the Jeckle rhythm the riddles is civil the rhythm is pessimism I let them listen to mr. Hot, Since in his pride So listen to [?] being a riddle god, little guy Trying extra, he was getting fly like [?] Hide your corvex with the best GR song in a minute Headed home with a pinhead Whether dome from the women, cause they love you know Fetish grown and I'm sinning, the grief felt I know that indie help would only just plead my dad to drink So maybe he need [?] before he drowns in his own pity I'm easing my mind dome Peace when I find home, leasing that line long, decent a con Hoping that he would be Sean Combs