and that's fer sher. that's fer sher
that's fer sher. i'm a beast. kill a beat. spittin' heat
'cause you know i play for keeps. rap nice
damn right. i'm a punch line protege. dope?
i gotta be. spit it and flip it
and get 'em jumpin' like a wallaby. but i ain't no rocko's modern life
still these kids are watching me. sicker than pathology
probably. keep rhythm like tommy lee. now tell me
get them hands up like a robbery. i'm a hot commodity
bangin' bitches condom free
chuggin' bottles till i'm more fucked up
than the economy. mic check
three four five six seven eight nine
i don't live in state lines. spit so sharp
i can penetrate spines. i rap fer sher
with a bag of the herb. yes sir
to my pad in the burbs. i'm a bull moving up from the back of the herd. i'm a beast. kill a beat. spittin' heat
'cause you know i play for keeps. rap nice
damn right. said that's fer sher
when i come and show up right at your door
got you drinkin' dinner through a plastic straw. rap it raw
just put me in charge. i'm a treat 'em like astronomers
they'll be seeing stars. a rap flower
take your chick and bend her back over. 'cause i hit more pussy
than abusive cat owners. never catch my ass sober
and yeah your girl's a dime
well mine's a half ounce. i hit a track
rip it when i speak slow. i'm just a wild boy
you could call me steve-o
i'm just a greasy ass white boy
stickier than a gecko's feet. gee
girlies can't help themselves
they gotta put my in the fridge. you heard
chris webby be the illest mother fucker in the burbs
that is fer sher. i'm a beast. kill a beat. spittin' heat
'cause you know i play for keeps. rap nice