Goodbye
Fuck that woadie
Your joints be hot? then let me rap on it
I'll be the cream of the crop
Jimmy got crack corn
I do this hippity-hop shit with a cast on
Sipping my flask dogg
This be ash roth
A couple of cats that I should ash on
So go and roll your joint: make it a fat one
And tell your homies the live spittin is back on
Yeah I'm back dogg, holding my sack hard
Act hard, shit, I'm an artist
You park cars for part shifts
Armpits, large park, hardly miss, start to finish
Blow you apart with star ships
Playing starfox, black ops on black tops
Hot black socks when camouflage won't hide ya
I'm a cyclops when I bop, I find ya
One shot lift your waka flocka top
Stein fox meets einstein, rhymes is mindfuck
Mine luck as 9 lives dies: your time's up
9 bro, I shine, blind bind and hind luck
Don't choke, you old folk, bloaky grind schmuck
John kruk in the motherfucker, one nut bustin on em
? suckin on em, gums got nothin on em, punks stop frontin on em
Do it as the one son, run young? rumpa pum pum, no pun