Big mama, selling narcota,
How much do it cost bitch? None, zip, nada,
Run from policia, ain't no drama,
Fresh new Adidas for the newborn stamina.
Flow so pretty I would turn around and fuck it,
Asian girl screams, that's the Bangkok Ruckus.
Not a crack-pipe, but I crack pipe vocally,
Pipe kids down with the black cane locally,
Got a thick layer of bullshit that covers me,
Spying on your girl from a tree like Discovery Channel.
Bust through your girl's vag canal,
Fuck her in the ass, less humps than a camel,
Yo, riddle this fictitious little kiddo,
That rinses dishes,
Blow kisses to bad girls they flinch itches.
Mad sketchy like Craigslist, ain't shit,
Ya'll finish short, like a midget at the races.
When I'm on the beat, I'm something like a cipher,
Podium possess kid, keep it old school, like a type writer,
Night-rides a horse, so I'm a knight rider,
Something like a king bombing on these Al-Quaders,
No, I'm just scanning a thin line,
Between a piece of shit and a battle of ill minds,
I got dumb people that be testing my rhymes,
But I can bend around the process and steadily incline.
So when they ask, "Who am I?"
Make a death slow, and they feel the pain.
And when I'm not on my pill, my brain deteriorates and I go insane...
The beat was sampled from the track "Apache", by Incredible Bongo Band.