Ugh boom boom
Tick-tick-tick
Yeah 5'9, ugh
Yo, I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson
I unload with a sick spit
The quick wit to split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You here a tick tick then you testing
My saliva and spit can split
Thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claiming they
The best and head the throne
Since B.I.G is gone
If you ask me
They dead wrong
My flow is hotter than
The flash from the click
When the hammer slaps
The bullet on the as* from the clip
You wind up in a room full of my dawgs
I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant
In a room full of dogs
So come, come now
Get pissed on, sh*tted on
Tough talk turns into
