(Jesus) Yeah, yeah, hell Yeah, yeah, hell Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
Froze over, when you you could hold Yoda With older than the first sold cold soda Grow for my bros those rojo soldiers cincos are at it again, blow doja I am like Iron Mike, in the day My rhyming's iron height, defiant Try and bite, like a razor in a candy A taser and a tackle By a neighbor with the family Laboring a man he's I get angry, I sip bombs (chea!) on your lawn I was brought up and Christian I been Chrislam (Chea!) That's not a so I place this John In your chicks Give her beautiful to kiss on I spit one to her lip balm (Chea!) I've been rhyming since in politics Polished it then got a big wallet where all of my sit To the is split, then I gotta sick the casa, your god exists 'Cause a lot of chicks "Mr. Chopper you're hot as shit"
They say I'm the best at I do me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I think all gum bumpin' So I tell them all to put on somethin' Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put on everything
Yeah, I guess I'm to come with that fast flow Woo! I I'm supposed to come with that gas flow But no, I'mma just spit it, I'mma get it Wish you would tell me what I do I don't know, hit the Uh, yeah, like I been here before Maybe I have but I can't with it Hit 'em a semiautomatic, watch 'em duck with it on lyrical ability Everybody in my vicinity blowing they like Kennedy I got no for the enemy, somebody tell me the remedy I'm like what's good, fine Tell me on your mind, rewind this shit My is beyond this shit I put that on everything, I'm just honest, shit So what's up, up Tech I'm sorry for the hold up but I been on the Should have had verse to your ass a long time ago I put that on everything, I ain't had a minute to myself But I been living I ain't finna see tomorrow I ain't focused on no I been living good, I feeling fine the Sriracha, I put that shit on all of mine Busting like Columbine combined with a mind That's been confined in four for some time
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 tell them all to put that on Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on
Sriracha, the popper We gotcha, haters 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 Ain't gonna stop us, nobody gon' top us We leave 'em with no option, leave 'em no conscience Leave 'em with no oxygen, 'em with no problem And even though I could see what they TV a DVD, I can repeat When I see these street Easy if it need be then I just eat And I'm Eazy-E, I eat like I'm EBT shopping Card Max, bend the bars back Fuck your hoe, get brain and all Run in your house and bring whore back Sever your face and dead the Who got the to the rented Corvette Can't catch me, I'm the man in all I been a chap since Catman on crack Fuck that, I nice way before that ignore that, you can try though But you gon' end up to Dido I'm that pen wrote the Bible I'm on your skin like Sing for the moment, I hit the note Someone please let Elton know Tell the lieutenant I'm Camacho With a Catholic and the Pentecostal Why you niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, get in the back a umbilical patch, jump in the middle of the track None of y'all can act so y'all niggas are packed Come and get it again, fuckin' a bitch in the me your moment to fall, I'm gonna fit in the car I can do than yours, I can be ready to brawl I can be shattered and all, nobody want to be Better be ready for war, tell me who 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 them all to put that on Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put on everything