Dang, u still got dropped, and ain't even close to recovered/
i'll bring in ya whole family, and whats this bout my mother?/
your potential, is that u got no potential/
and the only way u know how 2 handle a mic is cuz use a wench hoe/
see thats the type of necessities you find in financial/
you couldn't put in work even if u were circumstantial/
and well now i'm a call u dick, cuz u fail to realize your passive lies/
now dick prepare to get lyrically circumsized/
bet that made your day, cuz i'm fresh like butter/
but u artificial like margarine,and on my jizz u stutter/
I left u like DJ Kool, yelling let me clear my throat/
it might help your performance if u take my dick out b-4 u choke/
oh thats right! My bad! u suck it too much/
left your lips puckered like u kissing on your mommys pizza crust/
and I bet u love to brag it to ya dad/
how you managed u remove w/ ya tongue all of her scabs/
u hungary yet? well me i'm stuffed/
eat u up for supper, breakfast and for lunch/
your lyrics don't got jack on me, even if they were CIA bound/
and if so you must of got ya info straight out the lost n found/
its like an ant trying to make pace with a ferocious tiger/
call me emcee kerosene cuz you know I set thangs on fire
And I'm out 5000! Itz all bout Dat 5-2-0
"Cuz it'z all bout that 5-2-0/in case u didn't know/ we'll leave u magnified, and just like we predicted u got sh*t to show!"
i'll bring in ya whole family, and whats this bout my mother?/
your potential, is that u got no potential/
and the only way u know how 2 handle a mic is cuz use a wench hoe/
see thats the type of necessities you find in financial/
you couldn't put in work even if u were circumstantial/
and well now i'm a call u dick, cuz u fail to realize your passive lies/
now dick prepare to get lyrically circumsized/
bet that made your day, cuz i'm fresh like butter/
but u artificial like margarine,and on my jizz u stutter/
I left u like DJ Kool, yelling let me clear my throat/
it might help your performance if u take my dick out b-4 u choke/
oh thats right! My bad! u suck it too much/
left your lips puckered like u kissing on your mommys pizza crust/
and I bet u love to brag it to ya dad/
how you managed u remove w/ ya tongue all of her scabs/
u hungary yet? well me i'm stuffed/
eat u up for supper, breakfast and for lunch/
your lyrics don't got jack on me, even if they were CIA bound/
and if so you must of got ya info straight out the lost n found/
its like an ant trying to make pace with a ferocious tiger/
call me emcee kerosene cuz you know I set thangs on fire
And I'm out 5000! Itz all bout Dat 5-2-0
"Cuz it'z all bout that 5-2-0/in case u didn't know/ we'll leave u magnified, and just like we predicted u got sh*t to show!"