A 1, 2 uh... Yes yes y'all
I'm on a hunt for a whole pound of flesh y'all
Get your neck sawn... with the ginsu
Cut tendons and muscle tiss y'all
Cus I'm in the cut like a bench saw
And I'll dent your fronts like a fender
The incredulous Oedipus motherfucking King
And all the rest is pretenders
Catch your breath y'all
Quarter rest y'all
Any longer you might catch a bed sore
Grab a stress ball, snap your press ons
My fault making y'all sweat for this long
Letting clips off
From the rickshaw
With Orenthal Simpson and Kim Jeong
I'm in ya hood like WIC checks and menthols
We gon' ride this bitch till the treads off
You gon' bite your lip Pa and tread soft
I'm Goin' Off like alarm clocks and Bizmark
I'll Little Bighorn the beat, so go to war with the Chief
I win NDN plain and simple

A 1, 2 uh... Yes yes y'all
You not blood, cuz... You not crip dog
The gang life don't fit in your jigsaw
Go play lawn darts with your in-laws
Lacrosse and golf, Martha's vineyard
You can't stay on par with the big boys
I'm Nikola Tesla setting the bench mark
Hence y'all, my throwaways shit on your best bars
I sketch with my left and shit out a Renior
Your time is up nigga, this is your send off
Prepare for war no sitting to bench warm
Parabellum rip through your Kevlar
I'm versatile
Stay gutter, my pen sharp
I birthed your style,
Shae butter my stretch marks
Perch up for a while, cus y'all heard I'm wild
Getting my dick sucked midway through my Ted Talk
Cock sure and headstrong with a penchant to drip venom
Y'all niggas never spit to this echelon
On the redeye from Bedstuy to Crenshaw
Peace to PEACE peace peace to Riddlor, Peace to Self Jupiter, Jedi and Sith Lords
Hentai and shit porn
Left Eye and Rip Torn
Senpai, Arepas, Chancletas and Bitcoin
All them niggas from the Westside of Krypton
The name Big Chief and I'm in the wigwam

HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON!
WHAT THE FUCK IS YOU SAYIN?!

1, 2 uh... Yes yes y'all
I came in the door, Provocateur
They say Yibambe like T'Challah's roar
With a dick harder than Wakandan ore
Married to the game before common law
Y'all saying anything and all common whores
Sing "Machine guns" with the Commodores
Hit 'em up with a Sig .22Pac Shakur
Split your motherfucking pompadour
Coronal suture flap like bomber doors
Y'all been warned, sound the horns
Light the torch of Gondor and bar your doors
One does not simply walk into the monster's jaws
1, 2 uh... Yes yes y'all
Just want Snoop to call me a nephew
ABCDE and F y'all