[Verse 1] I got a big head and a fat ego I got the starving and hungry poverty superiority flow My pistol is old school class, I'm peeling your ass fast Yo, I'm uncontrollably gifted, I totally ripped it I'm vocally vicious Naming the best ever, I'm supposed to be listed Even if I'm emotionally and overly twisted and socially timid And every chick had left with a broken ovary when I hit it The fans follow me like disciples, I'm Charlie Heston Not the Moses version, I'm the gun toting version with the rifles Don't let them crabs gash you When I'm jacking a rapper and ripping the jacket and patching your ass and using a machete to smash you I'll rob anyone, anywhere, under the jacket, the flame up Pull the gun out at your wedding while your grandma do the macarana All these feminine rappers wanna see me dead and buried Too many rappers is drag-queened out; Tyler Perry Sick of the similar imitating I did it already to pitifully [?] The bigger the better, debate 'em You biting what I'm spitting, you already verbatim I don't need to breathe when I rap, I got gills, **** lungs I'm like a superhero out of the [?] of the slums Come on [Hook] [Verse 2] Checking up for the night at the crib with a B-movie actress Shocking next to the bed and the watered cash under the mattress As a kid I wasn't into theatrics After school my daddy used to teach me combative Green Beret tactics I ain't into the tight jeans I'm into bar brawls, brass knuckles, and bloody fight scenes.Annotate
[Verse 1] I got a big head and a fat ego I got the starving and hungry poverty superiority flow My pistol is old school class, I'm peeling your ass fast Yo, I'm uncontrollably gifted, I totally ripped it I'm vocally vicious Naming the best ever, I'm supposed to be listed Even if I'm emotionally and overly twisted and socially timid And every chick had left with a broken ovary when I hit it The fans follow me like disciples, I'm Charlie Heston Not the Moses version, I'm the gun toting version with the rifles Don't let them crabs gash you When I'm jacking a rapper and ripping the jacket and patching your ass and using a machete to smash you I'll rob anyone, anywhere, under the jacket, the flame up Pull the gun out at your wedding while your grandma do the macarana All these feminine rappers wanna see me dead and buried Too many rappers is drag-queened out; Tyler Perry Sick of the similar imitating I did it already to pitifully [?] The bigger the better, debate 'em You biting what I'm spitting, you already verbatim I don't need to breathe when I rap, I got gills, **** lungs I'm like a superhero out of the [?] of the slums Come on [Hook] [Verse 2] Checking up for the night at the crib with a B-movie actress Shocking next to the bed and the watered cash under the mattress As a kid I wasn't into theatrics After school my daddy used to teach me combative Green Beret tactics I ain't into the tight jeans I'm into bar brawls, brass knuckles, and bloody fight scenes.Annotate
