They tried to choke me out now i'm strangling back
Leaving 'em with no air like Jordin Sparks having an asthma attack
See I spit that poisonous dope shit
That gets heads boppin' up and down like a buoy in the ocean
Though my manners are piss poor
I body MC's like i've been practicing hacking and slashing limbs off
I'm Control-versive call me Kendrick Lamar
B and Jo bringing it RAW like we're reppin' a farm
Weak MC's I don't know who the fuck you are
But I know I couldn't bump your stuff with a bumper bar
And you're gonna die lonely...
"I'm gonna laugh at your funeral" is what i'd say if i was planning on going
How do these rappers make dollars with no sense?
And i'm not talking ya misses when I say i'll get your home wrecked
But i'd get your girls legs open, guess they split for divorce
And get you dead men cut, like i'm clipping your corpse!