Me block is hot,
Your a child your projectile is throwing rocks I have a D.Eagle as my Glock,
I child born in the slums...far from a bum.
Hussling with change trying to make grass paper,
Trying to handle the heat from all the lyrical haters,
The kids temperature rate is above K97.5 on the wave with the radio station plague.
Introduced to Tigga on Rap City in The Basement,
Expresses the skills into lyrical kills,
Jaybrizzle product shizzle got you burning of my after math.
You can't even calculate the ripples on my chest,
Your out of shape your growing man breast,
Tell you what I'm famous I'm in the News & Observer.
Alert the press. Your lazy because your letting Micheal J. molest.
What a mess on your face that M.Jackson gez is a mess.
Your new name is "bubbles" And I'm not mistaking you for a power puff when your a powder puff,
Ask Ludacris,PIP99,marve|919, and the One what "Hail To The Chimp" means to a organtan tittie mofo like you who screams "Thug Life" and gets BO.
Edited By SBYRD5 on June 27 2004 at 13:52
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