LYRICS

My subject matter doesn’t even really matter I could flow a bunch of nothing over the PITTER PATTER.

But RATHER, I bring you breaking news flowing like I’m Dan RATHER , but no one likes the news so I guess the beat is all that MATTERS.

Swisher Sweets I peel, split like Van Damme, AND I’m off the wall like DAMN VANS.

Compared to the rest yall the same man… CLICHÉ like those soccer moms operating family VANS.

The People like me so I can’t help that, the game is cold I’m tryna bring hell back.

I’m Hell bent on killing it and bringing it back, let it rule the world like a zombie attack.

Or the hood and crack, the troops and IRAQ Macs and Laps, Fats and Macs, Raps and blacks. Jills and Jacks, Marion Jones and track. Spit while I’m crawling even after I COLLAPSE.

Now Every single line effects and I cause them. These bitches playing too much so I Pause THEM. Ahead of my time Fast Forward and LOST EM. Rewind for fun and do it again.

I do it the ON LY way that I caaan do. The NICEST but a beat I’m never kind to. Pure CRACK must i REMIND YOU. And That’s why I got more hype then the SWINE FLU.