[Verse One]
Models and dimes, ugly hoes follow inside
Proud of my d*** and mad chicks swallow my pride
Getting head jobs from strippers
Twisted off the eggnog and liquor, a big dog like Clifford
Melt gimmicks every time I spit
With rhymes like crowds in health clinics cause every line is sick
I squeeze clips at each clique
To see how they deal with heat when I put them under arms like speed stick
Please b****, with metal to your frame
I rep the C. O. nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter
And you might be upset, your dad and I got something in common
Your mom kissing both our babies right before bed
And like me or not, b**** I'm 'bout to light me a spliff
So any s*** you got to spit I'll more than likely forget
[Verse Two]
I talk a lot of s*** cause I know a lot of s***
Your b**** comes to my show to swallow a lot of d***
So which idiot should I s*** on?
The one that spit on the mic or his friend who convinced him to get on?
You spit your best s*** on everybody's mix tape
Now for your album you're left with s*** you wrote in sixth grade
That's why I don't rhyme on mix tapes
I mix hate and science and spit straight sick s*** your b**** hates
On Tower I admit rape
And it was well worth the gas and the switchblade it took to get laid
Plus your girl looks like a great f***
But that's only from the face down and the waist up
And I got eight s****, one for each day I wake up
Plus an extra for the morning I die laying face up
I'll pull you out your truck, get slammed up the dash
For rhyming like you got your hands and fists crammed up your a**
Pull out the thirty-eight, hold it to the crowd
And leave every critic's body that dissed me "Holier Than Thou"
Extinguish the hottest emcee's match
When I cuff the mic at twelve decibels I still get positive feedback
[Verse Three]
Saw your one blunt and that dirty ain't worth the buy
Raw and uncut like Eddie Murphy uncircumcised
When Copywrite's on tour stop and hide your w****
Certified thief, alarms go off when I walk inside the store
O. H. ten, been repping the state
From the second I stepped on the stage till I'm dead in a grave
And got a buzz but my head isn't shaved
"Get the leaves and doja", sick of being sober and my medicine's haze
Veteran praise... and I don't write for the wealth
I'll stage my own death, come back and ghost write for myself
Your dis backs weren't able to help
Me and RJ's like slip mats, ??? ????? turntables were felt
Now pray for yourselves, still opponents lost a spar again
I can't be faded like a homeless Rastafarian
Before I rock the booth I need lots of loot
Got it coming together like Siamese prostitutes
Models and dimes, ugly hoes follow inside
Proud of my d*** and mad chicks swallow my pride
Getting head jobs from strippers
Twisted off the eggnog and liquor, a big dog like Clifford
Melt gimmicks every time I spit
With rhymes like crowds in health clinics cause every line is sick
I squeeze clips at each clique
To see how they deal with heat when I put them under arms like speed stick
Please b****, with metal to your frame
I rep the C. O. nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter
And you might be upset, your dad and I got something in common
Your mom kissing both our babies right before bed
And like me or not, b**** I'm 'bout to light me a spliff
So any s*** you got to spit I'll more than likely forget
[Verse Two]
I talk a lot of s*** cause I know a lot of s***
Your b**** comes to my show to swallow a lot of d***
So which idiot should I s*** on?
The one that spit on the mic or his friend who convinced him to get on?
You spit your best s*** on everybody's mix tape
Now for your album you're left with s*** you wrote in sixth grade
That's why I don't rhyme on mix tapes
I mix hate and science and spit straight sick s*** your b**** hates
On Tower I admit rape
And it was well worth the gas and the switchblade it took to get laid
Plus your girl looks like a great f***
But that's only from the face down and the waist up
And I got eight s****, one for each day I wake up
Plus an extra for the morning I die laying face up
I'll pull you out your truck, get slammed up the dash
For rhyming like you got your hands and fists crammed up your a**
Pull out the thirty-eight, hold it to the crowd
And leave every critic's body that dissed me "Holier Than Thou"
Extinguish the hottest emcee's match
When I cuff the mic at twelve decibels I still get positive feedback
[Verse Three]
Saw your one blunt and that dirty ain't worth the buy
Raw and uncut like Eddie Murphy uncircumcised
When Copywrite's on tour stop and hide your w****
Certified thief, alarms go off when I walk inside the store
O. H. ten, been repping the state
From the second I stepped on the stage till I'm dead in a grave
And got a buzz but my head isn't shaved
"Get the leaves and doja", sick of being sober and my medicine's haze
Veteran praise... and I don't write for the wealth
I'll stage my own death, come back and ghost write for myself
Your dis backs weren't able to help
Me and RJ's like slip mats, ??? ????? turntables were felt
Now pray for yourselves, still opponents lost a spar again
I can't be faded like a homeless Rastafarian
Before I rock the booth I need lots of loot
Got it coming together like Siamese prostitutes