Yo, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin' nigga
P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly
I count on one finger all y'all rap niggas that excite me
Y'all niggas is trash rap - wanna fight me?
You shook to death, take breaths and step lightly
Y'all Little League niggas is so bald they might be
Spent too much time with wifey, come out to play
With the hard-headed, Infamous song torture
Crack your knuckles, buckle up your pants tight
Pull your hats down, let's get it on like papi bar fights
My spiral book, hold the world's most lethal
There's no cure, for what my pen do neither
Bring the fever, y'all niggas is the rap jesters
While we was gone for a moment, y'all kept the crowd goin' now
Move over bacon, time for some'in meatier
Your shit's weak, your best song was mediocre
Fuck a penis, how dare you entertain the thought
That you could come out to challenge me in blood talk?
Take a walk jerk, this ain't Levert, Sweat and Johnny Gill
This is rap for real, somethin' you feel
You catch a chill when you hear the Mobb bang through your stereo
It's heavy metal for the black people, rock'n'roll
But it's hip-hop though, my drug music
It's thereapeutic to the user, you slam dance to it
