Yeah loser, well if you're choosing to go against Jean You better assemble a squad that's better than the A-team With the green hulk and shit that can pop shirts And a nigga with a shovel I can borrow when I drop the dirt No lord, she's gone bizzurk again The fucking pen was dripping blood and vision was fuzzy, blurred and then she murdered them I flirt dirty visions mostly unheard from the mouths of women I guess I've just been blessed with a criminal intuition Spit with a girly voice and nerdy with pros And fully [?] so no one accidentally trips and says, "Hold on a minute" I flow so deep that I fall in it Prolong words like penis and chokes that spin [?] I'm like trying to get free drugs, no credit So fuck the industry, album had no edits And fuck Prada, man, I'll [?] cause I'm broke And I'm sorry I gotta stay out of trouble, there's no HMO medic Ah forget it, I'll just get off the syllable letter Just fizzle like acid burning your flesh until it's down to the gristle You listening now? Yeah, wow Well piss in your mouth with your own dick, come on niggas, fidget around I'm about to get on everyone's last nerve Take half of your crowd, pimp them out, have them calling your house Nah, just fucking around Small time like I'm a bunch of horny niggas, circle jerking with your digits, ow! One for the ladies, two cops [?] niggas on rooftops Busting off shots with illegal 380's and drop Three for me so I can easily triple it Minus 8, double it, kick a mean 16 It's Jean, sorry if the intro was vague The surname is Grae, purpose of the words I say Just to get the chance to play And hurt the birds who don't deserve to stay in it So Black I'll smack you right in your cap So that your knee can grow Old nigga, figure it out It's clever, so let's sing it together You don't really really want it You don't really...
