There's a storm comin' that the weather man couldn't predict,
I start the ball prick; you better flee cuz I' get ticked
It's a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked
I got up
I'm bout to punch ya to the ground, ya trick,
It's a trap,
**** my last CD. The shit's in my trash,
I be god damned if another rapper gets in my ass,
I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if it's my last.
You can die in the blink of an eye,
So bat ya eyelashes, and keep winking and blowin' kisses
Cause you're flirting with death
I'm destroyin' your livelihood, I ain't just hurting your rep,
I catch a flow and get goin',
No remorse, I'm showin' they slowin', for no one,
Knowin' there is nothing you can do about it
Zeroin' on the target like a marksman,
The target is you,
I shut ya lane down,
Took ya spot, parked in it too,
Watchin' it flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do,
Go get ya crew to hype ya up stand behind you like 'whoooo!'
That boys hot enough to melt hell, burn satan too,
Fry his ass, and put his asses back together with glue,
See you can hate em, he don't blame you frankly he would too,
This game could ill afford to lose him,
How 'bout you?