oh yea yo wutchu want got wutchu need it s copywrite ha ha ha word up yo yo the best this year to bless this here mic til your brain burst i ll guest appear twice and the check will clear three times from the same verse i was always a demon i took the form of a fetus the second my pop s balls spread his semen lost my marbles at six fuck swollowin my nut i make bitches gargle my piss bench press and take over spirits with my fuckin since seven my reflection wouldn t show up in mirrors and every club that i rip groupies tuggin my dick i make songs i d love even if it wasn t my shit y all drop drugs generic and bland sucking the cocks of biggie and pac while tryin to inherit they fans and may god bless the soul of every rapper murdered except for the cats i served and if they were wack then they deserved it show me a thug i d permeate one duck from the son of a gun born from the barrel of a 38 snub yo let me know where s your crew round em up roll em out send em through bring whatever you gotta bring bada fuckin boom bada bing yo let me know where s your crew round em up roll em out send em through bring whatever you gotta bring bada fuckin boom bada bing i m a psycho with a pump and a rifle in the trunk you got ten seconds to run i never liked you from the jump i drop madness give whore s jaw practice want advice send your demo to bob saggit he ll laugh at it the audience will vote for it hell you might even win the fifty grand go for it this slut s mine when it s fuck time i m man enough to cum in her but not man enough to take care of what s mine emcees with heart come in peace then leave in parts you rhyme the tightest i ll pull your seams apart i must have an everlasting battery between my heart cause i shine the brightest when i m not even charged you ain t no emcee you re a border line fag with your boyfriend s number written in your rhyme pad you talk a lot of gossip only time you move the crowd is from the front row of your show to the parking lot to vomit yo let me know where s your crew round em up roll em out send em through bring whatever you gotta bring bada fuckin boom bada bing yo let me know where s your crew round em up roll em out send em through bring whatever you gotta bring bada fuckin boom bada bing i preach each word on the mic like it s my last word i ll recite so i ll be famous tomorrow if i m murdered tonight playful with this shit while you re bluffin to your bimbo leave your razor at the crib only thing you cuttin is a demo i ain t waitin spit it after me talkin shit behind my back ain t hatin that shit is blasphemy you re trash to me far from clutched with a verse so battle me and leave with a garbage truck for a hearse half italian half irish all cast iron even if i m the first to blast i m the last dyin stand in the middle of a battlefield without a shield prepare i could stare at a bullet and shatter steel tear any rapper out there that s how i feel when i steal more now than i did without a deal rob your crib take all your shit hop out leave a thank you note signed copy the warner ridge drop out yo let me know where s your crew round em up roll em out send em through bring whatever you gotta bring bada fuckin boom bada bing yo let me know where s your crew round em up roll em out send em through bring whatever you gotta bring bada fuckin boom bada