Album: Who want it

What Is It?

Every season i'm out i'm hot without a reasonable doubt raps in a pleasing amount i'm squeezin them out all this beef is about increasin yo clout hot rhymes i got a decent amount and i'm leasin them out with the option to own stop watchin yo chrome go home little rascal and learn that poem when I mix paper and ink i'm makin you think it's like pourin a glass of poison takin a drink my teeth is sharp better to eat rapper why you want to keep rappin you need practice well knowbn to inflict pain like knee fractures if i wrote a book you'll be dead in the first three chapters with the habit of mind to put cats on a rappin decline get shot with a knife stabbed with a nine your career is bout and stable as a three legged table i put out more records my self than yo whole label talkin all that thug ---- like you so able worse thing you did in yo life was stole cable you to light in the --- to be fightin the pass i got a lot cash lighting fast i'm nice i was tight in the past i throw you right in the dash like a frightning crash i'm like bruce willis in sixth sense and i'm goin to show it thats why your career dead but you don't know it