I'm Tryin' Drop Science For Ya Man

Tell Your Herd Shut The Fuck Up, Now That's Silence Of The Lambs

I'm An Animal, I Eat Rappers, Call Me Hannibal

The Track Is Crazy But I'm Spittin ??low On A Piano Note??

You Must Be Crazy, If You Rhymin' Wit Me

Think I'm Datin' Alicia The Way I'm Ruff Rydin' These Keys

Never Trust A Bitch Enough To Let Her Buy Me Some Trees

Might Let Her Get A Puff If She Down To Get On Her Knees

I Cause Abuse To Tracks, You Ain't Use To That

I Got A AK Flow You The Deuce Deuce Of Rap

It's Double R My Whole Camps A Bunch Of Ruthless Cats

Throw You Off The Roof And Be Like Where The Proof Is At?

We Ball Hard Like 155th Out At The Rucker

Keep Talkin' Shit, You Won't See Next Friday Like Chris Tucker (Is This What You Want?)

It's The Fake Throwbacks, You Ain't Foolin' No One

You The Type To Drive Out To New Jersey To Cop A Old One

Y'all Rappers Is Sick, I Got The Antidote, And It's Dope, Tie Your Hands With Rope,

Throw You Overboard, Make You Abandon Boat

With A Backhanded Blow I Bandage Folks, Fuck A Can Of Smoke,

Crack Yo Cantalope With A Can Of Coke

You Cipher Thugs Swear You Got The Biggest Scrotums

Y'all Nothin' But Little Bitches Hidin' Behind Yo Modems

You Think You A Big Fish In The Pond On The Internet

Guess What Big Fish You Can Get Caught In A Net



Oh Shit, What The Fuck Am I Doin'?

Double R, The Next Generation, Jin