It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright
 
 Sodomize the mic 
 
 Get the crowd hype 
 
 Make 'em want to fight
 
 You see the rhymes I construct 
 
 The flows I conduct 
 
 It fucked up the party like somebody got bucked 
 
 Nigga word!
 
 I lays it down flat like a door mat 
 
 Get head in every state wherever I toured at
 
 Spliff ah spliff 
 
 Duh-ty nigga what the undisputed
 
 Counting traps 
 
 Taking trip out the cacilac
 
 Smokin' quan-quan 
 
 Doggie style chicks in the Montreaon
 
 Cracking many bar 
 
 Fuck it 
 
 Nigga grab an Averon
 
 Me Spliff, be the fucking tailor of my fashion
 
 Fuck what niggas think
 
 Watch a nigga turn platinum
 
  
  Ya'll niggas wanna get down 
 
 Ya niggas wanna battle
 
 Just what ya'll wannna do 
 
 Let's cha cha cha cha cha
  
 
 Digga, Digga 
 
 First name Rahshea
 
 Sweetest person had no idea
 
 Just like that honey flipped three times
 
 With nickles and dime staking rhymes by the eon
 
 Situation around the way with my women
 
 Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen
 
 Totin' herbals 
 
 We got papers like staples
 
 Marla Marples 
 
 Didn't think I could take you
 
 Confrontation now niggas wanna run up
 
 Trying to flex muscle on a bitch tring to come up 
 
 Rhymes hotter than concrete statues in Eygpt
 
 Roll they ass out like they parapilegic
 
 Boy! I got shit for the brain
 
 You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname
 
 I shatter an ego quick 
 
 I be that chick
 
 The wrong niggas gonna be round to see that shit
  
 
 Ya'll niggas wanna get down 
 
 Let's cha cha cha cha cha
 
 Ya niggas wanna battle 
 
 Let's cha cha cha cha cha
 
 Eh, what Ya'll wannna do 
 
 Let's cha cha cha cha cha
 
 Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha
  
 
 Get the royal blue nab and swing my way 
 
 On some real party shit if you hold your way 
 
 I can hold mine 
 
 You wanna battle blow some lines
 
 Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist 
 
 You want this
 
 Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits 
 
 You can't hold this 
 
 You jealous cause ya shorty want this
 
 Dig her back out in front of my crib 
 
 Her man staked out
 
 On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth
 
 What you chap 'bout, the same shit 
 
 Been on for chris
 
 The style got you twist up 
 
 Walk wit face ice grilled up
 
 Some cat pulled up in a black surburb
 
 Let me move first so I can park my shit on the curb
 
 Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen
 
 I'm short for reason 
 
 You spoke and should have passed that
 
 Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that
 
 Blast a hole in ya face soon as my nine cock back