bismillah punk rock to ska disco to blues yo my blue suede shoes got stepped on slept on the style that i hustle you wanna flex then punk make a muscle i m yeah that s right some of y all kiddies wanna act uptight comin to the party tryin to spark up fights i m puttin out lights boy cause i m i m whiter than crack i m harder than drugs i m smarter than thugs i m hotter than slugs i m faster than sound i came to get down boy don t fuck around you ll catch a beat down it s comin from what you thought i stopped rhymin cause i started singin pickin on a six string wrist bling blingin name s bell ringin from coast to coast you re rollin with the one that rocks the most i m official like referees fuck with me put your egos in jeopardy threats to the right amigos to the left of me part of me s hellish part of me s heavenly boy that s my name i don t do it for the wealth i don t do it for the fame i do it for the health and i do it for the spirit don t speak the lyric if you can t hear it if it ain t from the heart than it can t be art if you ain t got proof than it can t be truth if it ain t got legs than it can not run if it ain t never started than it can t be done i m 2