I should but I won't....
You would but you can't....
I AM what you want...turn ya lines into plants....
So when i brush fire, shorty can't return fire...
Rhymers call me GODFATHER...you can call me ESQUIRE!
And I been waiting for somebody baitin' tryin' to flex...
Spit a verse while possessed, Dave Koresh thru ya flesh...
Ezzsential? You merely E-Z. Lines Cheesy....
They bore me...
Sandman ya verse from the floor while ya tap submission....
Admitting...
I Bring the Noise AND the Funk like I'm drumming unbathed in ya kitchen....
So stop spitting....
Really, hun...Stop it...
I'm National Geographic, can flip ANY topic...
Dismantle then split any prophet...
Torn to four winds...
With lyrics as hard as four gems...
I'll sell ya body to four men...
For claiming that you're FOREMAN....
Rope-a-dope ya hopes for scoring....