My Beats Are Slammin...

Verse One:

My Beats Are Slammin From The Rugged Programming
My Man Bob Marley Hey My Man I'm Jammin
You Could Never Touch The Stamina, While I'm Rammin The
Hip-hop Crowd Makes Me Rrrah Rrrah Rrrah
Other MC's Got Flipped With The Ease
Beggin Me For Burnt Cigar, Stop The Music Please
No, Cause I'm A PRO, Rap To The ConVO
Make A Crowd Say HOE, At A Strip SHOW
Represent, My Name Is Ason, Keep Calm
Rhyme's Too Smoky, Funky Like A Stink Bomb
Boom!Blowin Up Niggaz Better Than Pullin The Trigger
So You Betta Run For Covah!
Niggaz Better Loosen They Ass, Felt The Glass
A Forty Ounce Bottle, Yo Yo Yo Yo Money Yo Pass!
Woooh-woooh-woooh!I Sweat It Live
MC Gonna Live God?No, The Nigga Die
The Max-imum Of MC's Are Populating
The Min-imum Of Those MC's Are Dominating
Now All And Together Now, To What What Who?
Rhymes Come Stinky Like A Girl's Poo-poo

Chorus:

Hippa To Da Hoppa And You Just Don't Stoppa (2x)

Verse Two:

Ahh Shit, Here I Go Once Again
Rhymes Get Shitty From The Time That I Spend
I Come Old Like Toe Fungus Mold
Ask My Grand-pop Pop Duke Gave My Soul
Then I Came With That Old Al Green Shit
Saaa-die, Taught Me The Ballisitc
I Get You Blurry In Your Eye With A High Note
Down, To The Brownsville, Oops You Got Smoked
The Shit I'm Droppin Is Stinkin Up Your Area
When I Shoot It Through Like A Messanger Carrier
I Keep My Breath Smellin Like Shit So I Can Get
FUNKY, Baby I'm Not Havin It

Chorus 2X

Help Master! *battle Ensues*
Dragon-fist!
Horse-fist!
Bastard, I Didn't Know Who You Were