Back in this MOFO
I shove it down your throats, and y'all wanna boast and brag/
about blokes and fags but don't ask bout the real lyricism/
I kill many writtens, and still got the rhythm that hem 'em/
my rap style put the pin to your denim/
and everybody feels like they ain't gotta spit, but/
this is just an excercise to sharpen all ya writs up/
niggas wanna beef cause, niggas need they dicks sucked/
we don't need the grief, and, y'all could pull ya briefs up/
never heard of good clean fun? get a clue/
you don't wanna elevate, then we can get rid of you/
anyway, gettin back to the cypher at hand/
I got more great lines than the beach got sand/
I know it's played but it's one of 'em, stay wit a bunch of 'em/
so you could never catch me off guard like a countryman/
...f*** it i'm sleepy so you won't get the best of me/
my mind is f***in everywhere like i been takin extacy.....
