Comin' out the green room in a blue suit wit my mean crew, sippin on Labatt Blue.

Dat dude wit a bad attitude, vocal like a fat dude but I'm shaped like a frail nerd.

Blowin' smoke out the window yellin' foul words, like HOT-diggity and Giggity-Goo

Only weighin' 145 but I'm bigger than you.

I got a limp and I still feel quicker than you.

They can't deal wit a real ill lyrical dude, I'm in the booth spittin' flames with this chip in my tooth.

Hold it. I'm like a pimp when he feelin' his groove, that tell a woman anything and she willing to do it.

I got my radar, ok y'all, I'm ready to spray.

I got my AK, ok babe, you ready to play?

I got my AR, my AR, I'm lettin' em rip.

Got a grenade launcher tongue, protected by my lips.

Got me feelin' like Incredible Hulk.

My meta-physical physical is a bottle of scotch.

This just a lil' bit I bet you think I'm giving a lot.

Even when I'm liquid I'm like a brick or a rock.

You're so liquid, yea

you're so liquid yea

wavy like the ocean, I don't think they're capturing your motion