You know, it goes a little somethin' like this:
Forty-five pockets of hot pockets,
Ima skip yo ass to the ground
And pop ya arm outta yo arm socket.
I'm live in the buildin'
And you can't stop this fight,
I feel stupid ass crazy
So light up 30 pounds of CC dynamite!
Take into consideration
That im the best one here,
Chuggin' the coke
'Til my ass rains tears.
Yall forgot the real rap god
So go play with some titties,
Whatever the fuck you do
I don't give two shitties.
I'm the VIP in this shazzle
With a 4th generation attorney,
Sit on yo torn up couch
And watch the weak ass golf tourney.
I got the entire galaxy
In the palm of my left hand,
While smart ass nerds like you
Reading about the Sandman.
Can you overdraw the one
that prepared to start it,
I rip your middle finger off
And send you to the psychiatric department.
Your doctor will be waiting
And ask, "Are you ready to leave?"
I'll break in and say "Fuck no,
This dude is dumber than my sleeve!"