I’ll give you more grievance than a nigga possessed by demons //nWalkin’ on ceilings, chasin’ white lines //nSpeeding, like Tony Soprano taking meetings //nWith a psychologist about his emotional feelings //nAnd his criminal dealings //nHe even talked about how to make alcohol out of orange peelings //n‘Pink Cookies in a Plastic Bag Getting Crushed By a Building’ //nWas cool until Canibus killed it //nWith ill cannibalistic animal instincts //nInstant lyrical fitness, could you handle the distance? //nYou don’t have enough wisdom //nThe man who gives quicksand resistance sinks the quickest //nIt’s simple physics //nI get ‘Southernplayaistic’ and pimp chicks //nPut my big dick in their mouth and smear their lipstick //nCome here you stank bitch //nTell your man if he don’t spit a hundred bars I’mma bust him in his big lips //nSpit quick like 6-B tip-tronic stick shift //n‘Bis is equipped with a nitrous-oxide flip switch //nIf you hate me why would you recreate me //nWith those that imitate me and emulate me? //nThey talk about me so distastefully lately //nBut they’ll never break me, they underestimate me //nMe and the Killer P and the P-A-C //nGet crazy with G-A-T’s //nI’m a B-E-A-S-T //nYou don’t want to race me //nI do mach 1 over an A-F-B //nNo ifs, A-N-D’s or B-U-T’s //nA hundred bars ain’t shit for a true M-C //nShut the fuck up! You should be ashamed of yourself //nI ain’t heard nothing I felt. Lemmie Hear Sumthin’ Else! //