i got this game in control, like it's madden..my flows is platinum
wanna walk in my shoes? pretend ya bush, & i'll throw them at'm
fuck this rappin, i got hoes strippin satin..due to this mackin
so da manogomy w/ya fe, may not possibly..be lastin
ohh! my words are such mean..str8 up ruinin ya self esteem
sorry..but everybody feel my shit, like they usin a touch screen
i don't discriminate..any race, my storm make'm like black-buried*
body ya certainly..step ya weight up, n' reverse da bypass surgery
ya gon need clef n' mary to dial 911, for a prompt e-mergency
if i have to make these niggas threads look like they all burgundy
i know i'm guilty, da nerve of me..my shit is so murdering
put that status on hold permanantly..n' break ya for ya all currency
i make'm RollBack! like a Walmart dude on da last black friday
i'm from da bay, place of sideshows..& we even get banned off highways
ghostridin while i'm ghostwritin..really catchin wreck in ya driveway
you'll get ya top ate/8..havin ya scream like jugganauts "Aww My Face"!
but fuck ya lil myspace..lil net nerds just browse n' face-books
act hard on da internet, but turn it off.. n' try to face crooks
these bitches keep da m.a.n.i. in they mouth like it taste good
that's prosparity, n' clarity..bouggies hate that i always stay hood
i'm just doin this shit for fun, son!! i see to ya'll it's more than a hobbie
but remember, ya'll might make it rain..still mani soars da tsunami's