go ahead den

alright

yo

i'm bust

i'mma kill it

i'mma kill it

here we go here we go

yo

my flow is like a cock block for your whole label street team

my verse is like a hearse for your marketing scheme

my whole steez nigga please

put the mic down

talking 'bout you represent

when you embarrassing your town

walking around with the gay pride parade crown

silicone raps underneath that pink gown

posing as a killer when you living as a clown

entertaining a&r's too deaf to hear the sound

you a has-been rapper

talking 'bout your style's nice

saying i'm independent now

looking for a new life

a weak dj

living off of 80's fame

guess starring in the basement

living off of tigga's name

my name's kardinal

the pearl mic dark figure

diploma type thoughts mixed up with street niggas

living underground trying to earn the pop loot

'cause i won't sell crack and got no aim to shoot

no patience for the weed

not quick enough to tief

can't pimp

don't like fur coats or gold teeth

but i can rock the hell out of a fat ass beat

i might smile

up in your face and then jack your s-p

yo

i'm ill to the 7th degree

t-dot represent

ya hearing me

{go ahead den}

yo

i'm the nicest rapper dapper

with flows you don't know

how a firestarter go

{go ahead den}

yo

lick two

chart off in the sky

a make way when i'm stepping in the room

{go ahead den}

yo eff rappers

i'm the hardest thing on two feet

yo

listen to me

ya not zeen

{well go ahead den}

yo

my rhymes are fedex covered in latex

delivered to your jubby

my charms tribes quest for hot sex

no bust for the next can protect

it's when the i drop

the niggas saying 'what?'

and the skins are saying wet wet wet wet wet

i'm dripping in 'nuff girls

and missing what we trying to say

but talking about a revolution

end up talking about the day

when they can feel a rapper's privates

i'm looking for your mind

but i'm seeing all your titties and a big round behind

oh damn girl

you make think 'bout selling out

but oops

your weave just fell out

ha ha

i'm straight from the place that first brought you vince carter

the story of hurricane

and imported sugar cane

and snappy pop coming out three for a dollar

what

peter loves who? yo don't bother to hail it up

in the streets where we meet 'cause you might get beat

and find your head caught between timbos and concrete

and that's real

a lot of ignorant peeps around the way

ain't trying to bend over to the madness of the day

but do what to do and yo who am i to say

i just want your records sales anyway

you see me

someone kill to try and come up with the things that i say

i'm a bad mother-yo

{go ahead den}

i'm too fresh like guess-v

in a special way

but everyday

{go ahead den}

it's no way we can rock after them"