12-13-2015, 04:05 PM
Take a toast to my haters; international passion got ya boy in the back with the hoodie up laughin.
Fuck what you say, I gotta little bit of flavor for you sodium intakers.
Ayyy, and if you gotta little bit of this ability to spit I recommend you get up on a mic and show me how to get wit.
I whittle a fiddle out of that corrugated wood pulp,
play you muthafuckas like the Pope.
We in an era where the fairer dont care a bit whether you can share a bit of pen with the paper 'less you Ed, Buk, or Shakespeare ain't nobody gonna study ya.
Check none of the above to ya so-called works of art.
Act enlightened; you in the dark in a park on ya pad thinkin like, "Oh yeah!"
This the perfect combination for nobody but my patient papa-sans with similar type creations to graciously come praise you while you dissin bout praising.
You can holler if you want to.
Pleeeease, I ain't runnin with no punk crew.
Beeee enemies and my range is on.
You're in the danger zone, my fuckin game is strong.(x2)