歌词
I be flexin', son, on avenues like Lexington
The son rises like tequila, drunk Mexican
Flip like a flexin' gun, verbally packin' heat
Furyous fella kickin' acappella if lackin' beats
Be mackin' meat of the feminine persuasion
Amazing. I take 'em out for dinner on occasion
Feel the pain. Got a fistful of silver rings
Hit'cha in the brain like a freight train with killer things
Rhyme elevator, clumbsy waiter, I'm spillin' things
A fire-breathin' dragon throwin' up, I'm spillin' flames
Some catz talk behind my back using villain names
Prepare your best rap if you suckas are feelin' game
Your light's low, cannot shine with my brighter flow
Mashin' up potato headz up like Idaho
I gotta go but before I step
Get off my diction, wannabes, and save your breath 'til death
Written by: Corey Boone Anderson
