i stand out in a crowd like a dykk at a bike show
put me on stage and ill tear up the mic yo
i got three legs like im riding a trike tho
i spit on nasty beats like a chick on a dick blows
oh no, its your go, im out there in the ozone
i smoked that shit strait to my head now im so gone
to fucked up to drive home so who knows
ur so weak, and i hate yall faggots
i roll strapped so u better ride wit flak jackets
this shits mind control out of the speaker
my words are like a bullet, nah better yet a heat seeker
my mouth is like a cannon, its just one of my many features
many people have influenced me, but dont call them teachers
im strait out of the game, coming from under the bleachers
u from under my feat, ill kill all of u creatures
i speak with divine wisdom call me a preacher
my words rise up, urs fall like the economy
i single u out in the night, like stars in astronomy