| Lyrics: | Yo, yo
Your style is generic,
mines authentic made,
I roll like a renegade,
you
need clinic aid,
My techniques bizarre and ill,
I scar and kill,
You were a star until
I served you like a bar and grill,
And I proceed to cook and grill ya,
Thats all it took to
kill ya,
You betta recognize me like I look familiar,
You wanna battle?
You beat around
the bush,
Like youre scared to lick pussy so you eat around the tush,
I need a clown to
push,
someone that I can bully,
Wait a minute,
I dont think you understand
fully,
See me without a style like mustard without the Heinz,
I lead the new school,
you' re a 'busta without the 'rhymes',
I'll crush the shit out ya lines,
no nigga
sheky
smokin the leak leaky
ten freaky girsl
inside the Chin Tiki
girl when u see
me u gots to believe me
this aint a game n
pimp it aint easy
anything goes when it
comes to hoes
im the kingpin when it comes to flows
u betta ask someone if u dont
know
when u see me girl say, |
