denim vest... wit the open chest.. got hair like a wookie... sprayin duel uzis... took out the '300', better run muthafukas.. bustin roundhouses its the Texas day walker...
You peoplez try to roll with me, but i'm the one in control see, you ghetto ho's got nothin, knoc is right, you're all just frontin, watch as i keep this sh*t crunkin
crunkin what is you bluffin... I'm bout to explain ya image of what you be lookin.. hairy on one side, nekkid on the other... it's that mixed canadian asian brother.. so lemme spit at you n lay ya ass to rest.. beat you like the fobby kid did to that chick in the Versace vest.. n when I swing at cha my fist make them kung fu sound fx.. its the Monster.. straight outta the lochness... swingin' that king kong dong you can't even bench press...
yo who u tryna call ho use the term right or u're about to blow u just an amateur can't compete wiht me u can holla at ecko b4 u try ta battle me don't say im frontin when im hustling we soft b..i shooot yo knees down so u b suffering fearless? ha...u nigga gonna fear me cause i know u a jay z wannabe
Jay Z? Your half right, my First name be Jay, and my chinese last name be Tse. Thats some crazy shit indeed. I'm the original Wazn Rapper fo'realz I dont think your tiny brain can comprehend my level of skiiiillzz (pronounced skeelz ya heard) I dine on fancy meals, and roll on fancy wheels, you better bow down, Cuz In the rap world i have my own crown. I'm the king of rhymes, you other brothers barely qualify to be mimes, This is my kingdom - my domain, you better kneel or prepare to be caned, you're too weak to play at this game.
yo son, better stick back to ya gaming console 'fore I shut ya ass up wit my meat in ya tonsil... ain't a hustla so you get hustled.. see you workin' at the Porland Streets.. in that brothel house... couldn't get a decent meal so you take that meat to ya ho'ish mouth.. please don't talk that smack n get ya ass slapped I'll leave it to secluded to knee you in the chest as a matter of fact...
