Thinkin' that they have a shot If they can just put DzL on freeze But cease I'm Joe Higashi with flow karate Wrestling gators is a old hobby Now I battle cobras and eat poison ivy ****, jalapenos on the open highway Which hit like a meteor eatin' your established mind state How can I lose? My standards are too high For fools to view, punchin' my kneecaps With the weak raps that you so proud of not writin' down I don't care who like it Obviously style is not a part of the criteria or they not hearin' it It's disposable and holds no real substance So as soon as you step in the ring, it's self destruction Sir DzL, the championship belt you wanted I'm meltin', **** it Bottoms up, it's just a puddle in a bucket A pot of slush Yeah **** the material **** He can't beat me He ain't got the spirit for this Plus he ugly and his mouth too big But this gon' be nationwide Publicly publicized You betta hope I knock you out So you ain't gotta go through the hostile rounds My tiger kick'll make your eye***** flip My hurricane uppercut'll send you to Oz And while you there, you can ask the wizard If he can give you a job They call me Joe Higashi You can catch my flow on Hitachi Wide screen, you gon' see how I lean with it And roll with it Ol' *****, they gon' be mad Oh, it's over that quick? I bought 4 tickets So I'm gonna give you the whoopin' You been sayin' I couldn't Soon as they strike the bell You gon' lose all sight and smell You already deaf 'cause your music sucks So only thing left is your sense of touch No, sucker, you lost your sense of taste long ago And I can tell at that ugly ass getup you wore to the show I'm too pretty, I can't let you hit me I'm the greatest of all time
Thinkin' that they have a shot If they can just put DzL on freeze But cease I'm Joe Higashi with flow karate Wrestling gators is a old hobby Now I battle cobras and eat poison ivy ****, jalapenos on the open highway Which hit like a meteor eatin' your established mind state How can I lose? My standards are too high For fools to view, punchin' my kneecaps With the weak raps that you so proud of not writin' down I don't care who like it Obviously style is not a part of the criteria or they not hearin' it It's disposable and holds no real substance So as soon as you step in the ring, it's self destruction Sir DzL, the championship belt you wanted I'm meltin', **** it Bottoms up, it's just a puddle in a bucket A pot of slush Yeah **** the material **** He can't beat me He ain't got the spirit for this Plus he ugly and his mouth too big But this gon' be nationwide Publicly publicized You betta hope I knock you out So you ain't gotta go through the hostile rounds My tiger kick'll make your eye***** flip My hurricane uppercut'll send you to Oz And while you there, you can ask the wizard If he can give you a job They call me Joe Higashi You can catch my flow on Hitachi Wide screen, you gon' see how I lean with it And roll with it Ol' *****, they gon' be mad Oh, it's over that quick? I bought 4 tickets So I'm gonna give you the whoopin' You been sayin' I couldn't Soon as they strike the bell You gon' lose all sight and smell You already deaf 'cause your music sucks So only thing left is your sense of touch No, sucker, you lost your sense of taste long ago And I can tell at that ugly ass getup you wore to the show I'm too pretty, I can't let you hit me I'm the greatest of all time
