/I’m r-a-w like Kane in Eighty-Eight/ Could be diabetic and still take the cake/ I spaz out like I don’t know my own strength/ You just a spaz similar to Urkel or Screech/ I spaz like walkin’ into P.E.T.A. with mink/ Or like askin you does it hurt when u think?/ I’m a tall drink of water, you a sip out the sink/ You flash in the pan, you miss if you blink/I’m ingenious, headstrong like the tip of my penis/And I don’t need subpoenas to account who the meanest/ They tell me say it loud just like J. Brown/ So I exclaim, aight, I’m dope and I’m loud/ Till’ they tell me Crocker, there’s no hope for the proud/ But I bet you see me now, like the Pope in a crowd/ Tell me I’m the coldest since Pac was around/ Ask Carolina who’s been holdin’ it down/



They belittle me a little, to see if I will whittle/Bring they buzz to a fizzle and flash like faddiddle/ As the lights begin to sizzle, I spit a lil riddle/ How you ever more than middle, next to me your diddle/ Just blaze like Just Ice, I must Christ/ Rather muster, everytime I spit a buzzer/ And when I say a buzzer, I mean Jordan right, before he says goodnight and tucks you under the covers/ And Crocker’s for the kids, like Sally Struthers/ Or just a rebel like Tracy Smothers/ Or ably Cain, if you call me Brother/Brother/ Got the type of Charm to play you sucker/



/The type of shit you kick’ll flop like Becks in America/ I’m swine flu incarnate, cardholder and carrier/ Cadence switch up on the drop of a dime/ Yet I’m spitting like I’m nickel in the midst of his prime/ Through rumors I’m fine, you spitting tumors benign/ I vomit black death that’ll corrode thru your spine/ And it’s South Carolina, is any thing finer/ ‘Sides that, a gar, some yak, and cut vagina/ Game overcast, I bring color to climates/ In need of a single, shit I’m takin in clients/ I heard the demand, that is why I’m supplying/ Say you spit fire, but we know that you lying!/