Stupid niggas keep rappin, ya'll really need to kill it/
I'm representin Detroit, money, like Mike Illich/
Like the words of Malcom, I turn ya slum to a village/
Ya boo is kinda loose, OOOPS! She let me fill it/
Had to be that new Slum V. shit becuase I played it/
Threw my shirt off stage and ya girlfriend fainted/
My words curve absurd, you nerds will get tainted/
Logged in and tried to win, but they really didn't say shit/
You'll get deleted and I mean it: wackness was not invited/
Fools, I drop jewels. Why did you even try it?/
I'm like Tosh when I mosh, I'll make D.E.T. riot/
And bring war with keyboards to get the whole shit excited/
Mishevious with shit from '93 till infinity/
Nice as Christ with mics, convert a third of ya trinity/
I'm cold as December be, you'll all remember me/
When I thrill, I'm Dollar Bill: I want my percentage D!/
And there ain't no moonlightin, why are ya'll still writin?/
Time just stopped - don't make me plug in my mic man/
I step on stage, they start dimmin the lightin/
Cats came to battle and left tryin to fight/
T3, Elzhi, Baatin - it's all power/
Beer, weed, card tables, and ankles like kickin flour/
el J.A.M. doubleA. to the aR.a/
Known for poppin coochies and bottles and silk collars

you(are)lost.