(Jesus) Yeah, yeah, hell Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
over, when you thought you could hold Yoda With flows older than the first cold soda more for my bros those rojo soldiers Them are at it again, blow doja I am Iron Mike, back in the day My iron height, defiant flight Try and bite, like a in a candy apple A taser and a tackle By a neighbor with the family a man he's gaffled I get angry, I sip bombs (chea!) on your rich I was brought up and Christian I been studying (Chea!) That's not a thing so I place John In chicks palm Give her something to kiss on 'Till I one to her lip balm (Chea!) I've been rhyming since in politics Polished it then got a big wallet where all of my sit To the is split, then I gotta sick the casa, your god exists 'Cause a lot of holler "Mr. Chopper you're hot as shit"
They say I'm the best at I do After me 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I think they all gum So I tell them all to put that on Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put on everything
Yeah, I guess I'm supposed to with that fast flow Woo! I guess I'm to come with that gas flow But no, I'mma just spit it, I'mma get it Wish you would tell me I should do I don't know, hit the Uh, yeah, feel like I been here Maybe I have but I can't with it Hit 'em a semiautomatic, watch 'em duck with it on lyrical ability Everybody in my vicinity blowing mind like Kennedy I got no love for the enemy, tell me the remedy I'm like good, been fine Tell me on your mind, rewind this shit My is beyond this shit I put that on everything, I'm just being honest, So up, hold up Tech I'm sorry for the hold up but I on the road Should have had this to your ass a long time ago When I put that on everything, I ain't had a to myself But I been living like I finna see tomorrow I ain't on no wealth I living good, I been feeling fine Pass the Sriracha, I put that shit on all of Busting Columbine combined with a terrorist's mind That's been confined in four for some time
say I'm the best at what I do After me 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I they all gum bumpin' So I tell all to put that on somethin' Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything
Sriracha, the flavor We gotcha, haters jock us These choppers invade the knockers blocker Disintegrating every chakra to off ya You can bet we doin' it proper When I put the in a fully with a hoodie Ain't nobody gonna stop us, nobody top us We leave 'em with no option, leave 'em with no Leave 'em with no oxygen, 'em with no problem And even I could see what they watchin' TV a DVD, I can repeat When I see these street Easy if it need be then I just eat And I'm Eazy-E, I eat meat like I'm EBT Credit Card Max, bend the bars Fuck your hoe, get brain and all Run in your house and your whore back Sever your face and dead the Who got the keys to the Corvette catch me, I'm the man in all black I been a nice since Catman on crack Fuck that, I been nice way before ignore that, you can try though But you end up next to Dido I'm that pen that wrote the I'm on skin like vitiligo for the moment, I hit the high note Someone please let Elton John Tell the I'm Hect Camacho With a Catholic priest and the Why you niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, get in the back With a patch, jump in the middle of the track None of y'all can act so y'all niggas are packed Come and get it again, fuckin' a bitch in the Give me your moment to fall, I'm fit in the car I can do than yours, I can be ready to brawl I can be shattered and all, nobody want to be Better be ready for war, tell me who ready for
They say I'm the best at I do me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I they all gum bumpin' So I tell them all to put on somethin' Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on