(Jesus) Yeah, yeah, hell Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, hell Yeah, yeah,
Froze over, when you thought you could Yoda With flows older than the sold cold soda Grow more for my bros those soldiers cincos are at it again, blow doja I am like Iron Mike, in the day My rhyming's iron height, defiant Try and bite, like a razor in a apple A and a jammy tackle By a neighbor with the shackles Laboring a man gaffled I get angry, I sip bombs (chea!) on rich lawn I was up Muslim and Christian I been Chrislam (Chea!) That's not a so I place this John In your palm Give her something beautiful to on I spit one to her lip balm (Chea!) I've rhyming since Reagan in politics Polished it then got a big wallet where all of my sit To the wall is split, then I gotta the casa, your god exists 'Cause a lot of chicks holler "Mr. Chopper hot as shit"
say I'm the best at what I do After me 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I think all gum bumpin' So I tell them all to put on somethin' Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on
Yeah, I I'm supposed to come with that fast flow Woo! I guess I'm supposed to with that gas flow But no, I'mma just it, I'mma get it good you would tell me what I should do I don't know, hit the Uh, yeah, feel like I been before Maybe I have but I fuck with it Hit 'em a semiautomatic, watch 'em duck with it on lyrical ability Everybody in my blowing they mind like Kennedy I got no love for the enemy, somebody me the remedy I'm what's good, been fine Tell me what's on mind, rewind this shit My message is this shit I put on everything, I'm just being honest, shit So up, hold up Tech I'm sorry for the hold up but I been on the Should have had this verse to your ass a long ago When I put that on everything, I had a minute to myself But I been living I ain't finna see tomorrow I ain't focused on no I living good, I been feeling fine Pass the Sriracha, I put shit on all of mine Busting like combined with a terrorist's mind That's been in four walls for some time
say I'm the best at what I do After me 5, 4, 3, and 2 I think they all gum bumpin' So I tell them all to put that on Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on
Sriracha, the popper We gotcha, even haters us These choppers invade the knockers then Disintegrating chakra eager to off ya You can bet that we doin' it When I put the bullets in a fully with a nobody gonna stop us, nobody gon' top us We leave 'em with no option, 'em with no conscience Leave 'em with no oxygen, leave 'em with no And even though I could see what they TV with a DVD, I can When I see these shockin' Easy if it need be I just eat beats And I'm Eazy-E, I eat meat I'm EBT shopping Card Max, bend the bars back Fuck your hoe, get brain and all Run in house and bring your whore back Sever face and dead the doormat Who got the to the rented Corvette Can't me, I'm the man in all black I been a nice since Catman on crack Fuck that, I nice way before that Can't ignore that, you can try But you end up next to Dido I'm that pen wrote the Bible I'm on your like vitiligo for the moment, I hit the high note Someone let Elton John know Tell the lieutenant I'm Hect With a Catholic priest and the Why you niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, get in the back With a umbilical patch, jump in the of the track None of y'all niggas can act so niggas are packed Come and get it again, fuckin' a in the whip Give me moment to fall, I'm gonna fit in the car I can do better than yours, I can be ready to I can be and all, nobody want to be hard Better be for war, tell me who ready for more
They say I'm the at what I do me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I think they all gum So I tell all to put that on somethin' Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on