(Jesus) Yeah, yeah, hell Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
over, when you thought you could hold Yoda With flows older than the sold cold soda more for my bros those rojo soldiers Them cincos are at it again, doja I am like Mike, back in the day My rhyming's iron height, flight Try and bite, a razor in a candy apple A taser and a jammy By a with the family shackles Laboring a man he's I get angry, I sip bombs (chea!) on your lawn I was up Muslim and Christian I studying Chrislam (Chea!) That's not a so I place this John In your palm her something beautiful to kiss on 'Till I one to her lip balm (Chea!) I've been rhyming since in politics it then got a big wallet where all of my dollars sit To the is split, then I gotta sick the casa, your god exists 'Cause a lot of holler "Mr. Chopper you're hot as shit"
say I'm the best at what I do After me 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I think all gum bumpin' So I them all to put that on somethin' Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on
Yeah, I guess I'm supposed to come with fast flow Woo! I I'm supposed to come with that gas flow But no, I'mma just spit it, get it good Wish you would me what I should do I don't know, hit the Uh, yeah, feel I been here before I have but I can't fuck with it Hit 'em with a semiautomatic, watch 'em duck it Speaking on ability Everybody in my vicinity blowing they like Kennedy I got no love for the enemy, somebody me the remedy I'm what's good, been fine me what's on your mind, rewind this shit My message is beyond shit I put on everything, I'm just being honest, shit So what's up, up Tech I'm for the hold up but I been on the road Should have had this to your ass a long time ago When I put that on everything, I ain't had a minute to But I been living I ain't finna see tomorrow I ain't on no wealth I living good, I been feeling fine the Sriracha, I put that shit on all of mine Busting Columbine combined with a terrorist's mind That's been confined in four walls for some
They say I'm the best at I do me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I think they all gum So I them all to put that on somethin' Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on
Sriracha, the popper We gotcha, even jock us choppers invade the knockers then blocker Disintegrating every eager to off ya You can bet that we it proper When I put the bullets in a fully with a nobody gonna stop us, nobody gon' top us We leave 'em with no option, 'em with no conscience 'em with no oxygen, leave 'em with no problem And even though I see what they watchin' TV with a DVD, I can I see these street shockin' Easy if it be then I just eat beats And I'm Eazy-E, I eat like I'm EBT shopping Credit Card Max, bend the back Fuck your hoe, get brain and all Run in house and bring your whore back Sever your and dead the doormat Who got the to the rented Corvette catch me, I'm the man in all black I a nice chap since Catman on crack Fuck that, I been nice way that ignore that, you can try though But you gon' end up to Dido I'm that pen that wrote the I'm on your like vitiligo Sing for the moment, I hit the high Someone let Elton John know Tell the I'm Hect Camacho a Catholic priest and the Pentecostal Why you niggas wiggidy wack, gettidy get in the back With a umbilical patch, jump in the of the track None of y'all niggas can act so y'all are packed and get it again, fuckin' a bitch in the whip Give me moment to fall, I'm gonna fit in the car I can do better than yours, I can be to brawl I can be shattered and all, nobody to be hard Better be for war, tell me who ready for more
They say I'm the at what I do me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I think all gum bumpin' So I tell all to put that on somethin' Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything