[Verse 1]
 
 I freestyle erratically for those that wanna battle me
 
 Spit venom at MC's until this mic cord is statiky
 
 Do damage to a salt and a peppa, without the battery
 
 When you diss, you flatter me, i'm fuckin up your whole anatomy
 
 It's in tannar, oh your hoe, we ran in here
 
 With thirteen king size chocolate antennas
 
 And in my city, for real jo, i'm sick of who talk
 
 About, how me and my man is on the dick of New York
 
 Cuz when I innovate, I incinerate, then I eliminate
 
 You in a state of shock until these niggaz hypervenilate
 
 I serve the east coast to west coast and don't discriminate
 
 Penetrate, I crush all beef right where it eminate
 
 I day light, my stray mic strike from twi-light
 
 And I'ma stay tight, play right, create highlights
 
 And ain't nobody fina do me, especially in this bitch game I'm ruthless
 
 I use my middle finger when I switch lanes, pertainin
 
 TO being entertainin, now I'm rainin, I slay men
 
 Experts and lay men with my play pen, I'm scrapin
 
 Remotely holding rap down and shapin
 
 A style handcrafted since the days of my play-pen
 
 And my drop-top, I rock spots, I got it not-stop, when my glock pop
 
 I had the hardest niggaz playin hop-scotch, I'm top notch
 
 And if she ain't fuckin then watch me cock block
 
 I hit hot spot, and pop-lock, a nigga knock knock
 
 I'm enterin, Juice's shit is colder than the winter and
 
 These instumentals bang and leave a nigga's skin splinterin
 
 "Friday the 13th" I rip Jason
 
 A slick Mason like Perry, with more game than dick racin
 
 Perfection, rap erection, now let my teks in
 
 I burn your neck skin, these niggaz start epilepsin
 
 Juice steps in, and If a mothafuckers tests us
 
 They scrapin his ass of the floor like ass festers
 
  
  [Chorus]
 
 I just freestyle the hook and display my skills
 
 No matter what a nigga kick, you'll be on my dills
 
 Get your notebook, quote, it's time to take notes
 
 Cant fuck with the freestyles or what I got wrote
 
 Swear to god, I just rip it and freestyles my skills
 
 And everything I kick is dope, so they be on my dills
 
 And When I get done with the song, you think I'm bullshittin
 
 Cuz you wont know if it's freestyle or if the shit is written
  
 
 [Verse 2]
 
 Niggaz swear to god, they fina rip the microphone
 
 I swear they could go gold if they bought a herringbone
 
 They need knee-pads, looking at my style cuz I'ma be bad
 
 I swear it's sop DOPE, I had to check into a rehab
 
 Never nervous, MC's are worthless, put down your pencil
 
 My instrumental, will cramp your style like a menstrual
 
 scenario, it's time for your mothafuckin burial
 
 I'll murder you and burn your promotional material
 
 genetically and alphabetically, I'm the thickest
 
 And theoretically, poetically, I'm the sickest
 
 MY bic is, scribblin, yo it ain't no riddlin
 
 If rap was defense, I'll have Kobe double dribblin
 
 I'll leave this mothafucker so hot, it'll be sizzlin
 
 I haven't even started my rain, I'm only drizzlin
 
 I'm unpresentable like pierce needles through your genetals
 
 In general, I'm known for stealin shows like a criminal
 
 I'm crucial, mathematically, I'll reduce you
 
 I'll nuce you, i'll shoot your posse even if they neutral
 
 Yo, don't drink and drive when you choosing my tape
 
 Is like, cruising on the freeway and losing your breaks
 
 And the crash will be a crash that will trash your ass
 
 I'll harass this mothafuckers from the first to the last
 
 With no immunity, when my tape hits the black community
 
 Niggaz will put the crack down and start usin me
 
 MY shit enges, average bend downs in inches
 
 My tape so dope, it should've came with two syringes
 
 I blend this, with no glitches for all you bitches
 
 Last time I got so open, I needed stitches
 
 When every nigga in they Lex and Hyundais heard this
 
 I leave niggaz quiet than the Sunday service
 
 I can burn anyone stepping in my jurisdiction
 
 Big Juice, I'm in the house like a shorty on restriction
  
 
 [Chorus]
 
 I'm like Schwarzenegger, when I try to erase
 
 These niggaz talk behind my back but they be all up in my face
 
 If I do kick a written rhyme, for your instant bonus
 
 I'll make you change your name to "The Rapper Formerly Known As"
 
 So next time please just get off my dills
 
 And let me do whatever and display my skills
 
 Cuz no matter if it's freestyle, no matter if it's written
 
 I'm a dope nigga, that's no bullshittin