Punk

Check it, I load up my clip with my lyrical ammunition.

As I cross the long partition that I rival with submission.

As I break it down, why get psychological?

When you're making something where the odds are astronomical.

Claiming you're the best, step aside, take a rest.

I show you a little sample and I'll put you to the test.

Cause you're zero, nobody, never made a cut (cut).

Never made it sold, yet the women shake their butt.

Never heard your lyrics been thrown in the mix. Your flow might be good, but your ego needs a fix punk.

But your ego needs a fix punk

I get 'em up, get the fuck up.

Jump like a nut and scream that you're fucked up.

The no-name is back 'cause he never ever left.

So brilliant, so good get a tit before a tat.

When I'm clean as the light, then I'll clean up my life.

I lay on the bed and it cuts like knife.

But I swear if I could (didn't).

But it never would be stopped.

Coming again and coming again to get your love that I bought.

I am your boy and I can make time fly.

I am your guy and I'm always get (gon) get by.

Take two when I'm you, and waiting for the quarashi game to get beaten.

First I came solo, but now I got a team. It's the four man crew.

Yo stoney flex is on the mic and doing damage.

And your mom jump and jack her fast and get some mayonnaise.

It doesn't matter how I ever been I don't get back but I put it in.

The more I give the less.

Don't wanna feel the stress.

Don't want to be seen before I, I better lean it.

It's like another I've touched before.

But this town and now I'm gone.