outlandishness..
you aint spittin flame son, you fannin it
check your memory, you ain't got enough ram in it
your demise, i'm plannin it, your success, had a hand in it..
much more than a fan, my man, you's a Stan in it
cuffing chicks, so mad when i ran in it
it's a bet, i'm uncut, networks cannin it,
disappear like the O'Bannons did, re-appear with cannons lit..
vicks, my dogs...i teach'em how to stand and sit..
flyness, check my eyelids, you'll see i ain't landing shit
blemish your perfection like Manning did
aiight then...
quit misbranding me
on a random trip, backseat, playing the Wii
tandem twins, black jeep, playing sleep
eyes frontin, cause i'ma die stuntin like Brandon Lee..
it's nothing..



say what!?!