I'll give you more grievance than a nigga possessed by demons //
Walkin' on ceilings, chasin' white lines //
Speeding, like Tony Soprano taking meetings //
With a psychologist about his emotional feelings //
And his criminal dealings //
He even talked about how to make alcohol out of orange peelings //
Was cool until Canibus killed it //
With ill cannibalistic animal instincts //
Instant lyrical fitness, could you handle the distance? //
You don't have enough wisdom //
The man who gives quicksand resistance sinks the quickest //
It's simple physics //
I get "˜Southernplayaistic' and pimp chicks //
Put my big dick in their mouth and smear their lipstick //
Come here you stank bitch //
Tell your man if he don't spit a hundred bars I'mma bust him in his big lips //
Spit quick like 6-B tip-tronic stick shift //
"˜Bis is equipped with a nitrous-oxide flip switch //
If you hate me why would you recreate me //
With those that imitate me and emulate me? //
They talk about me so distastefully lately //
But they'll never break me, they underestimate me //
Me and the Killer P and the P-A-C //
Get crazy with G-A-T's //
I'm a B-E-A-S-T //
You don't want to race me //
I do mach 1 over an A-F-B //
No ifs, A-N-D's or B-U-T's //
A hundred bars ain't shit for a true M-C //
Shut the fuck up! You should be ashamed of yourself //
I ain't heard nothing I felt. Lemmie Hear Sumthin' Else! //