the big east

awwww. yeaaaah. who is the man with the hats with the snaps

droppin' the raps with the truth

to the youth that's bustin' the caps?

who could it be? is it a bird? is it a plane? is it a tree?

no

it's me: capital-a

capital-s

capital-e

boomin' like thunda

strikin' like lightnin'

welcome to my slaughtahouse

i know it's frightenin'

i'm hittin' em over the head with lyrical styles like a bottle

my foot's on the pedal

my hand is on the throttle

i'm turbo-boostin' from houston to vegas

you want us to quit

but shit

you can't make us

there's too much money to make

money to get

money to earn

my pockets are on e"