Mr. Martinez
3-15

1st Verse:
Wassup to my broskis;
Wassup to my dealers;
Wassup to my girls
Everyone else just know my name around town/
Wassup to my haters;
Wassup to my doubters;
Wassup to my exes
Everyone else just listen up; don't make a sound/

Mr. Martinez don't like no basic/
Chug a Loko -don't chase it/
Coke with some Cola; it's sick like Ebola -that stimulant mixed with depressant gots my heart racin'/
And I swear I be rappin' for fun
Fuck boys just rap for the look/
Fuck out my face
If you think I'm a sucka, you must'a mistook/
Me for a scrub or a crook/
Truth is, I'm a spitta at heart
Got sick sixteens if you need it/
Hot-headed; I'm heated/
My white boys got that work if ya feenin';
White girls if you like 'em conceited/
Don't like me, then beat it;/
Nobody payin' you to stick around/
Drank'd up and weeded
Swanked up indeed, kid
I love MJ like Parker; swear I should get a pound/

But man, I'm broke -no joke/
Thank God my peeps keep me so toked/
I'm a penny short of a Swisher; that Tropical Fusion -it gets me so stoked/
I'm the chap around town, and you merely a peasant; you less than a bloke/
Not a dude to provoke/
Done asked a few to spit for me; ignored me like "nope"/
It's like I'm playin' with kids like the Pope/
Can't fuck with the man; there isn't no hope/
Blame it on pussy and hip-hop and every sheet of notebook paper that I ever wrote/
I've scribbled a lot; scrapped lots out/
Still ain't enough songs I've dropped out/
Too many Hufflepuff bubble-butts I've cocked out/
When Mr. Martinez step out the door, mean the rap machine boss out/
Watch out/

An underdog years ago; now I spit like I'm in the big leagues/
Switch these, spit schemes/
Flow 'bout to hit you's why you're flinching/
Cringing, the way that I can spit, ho/
It's Fif, yo/

Don't know what that mean?
Here, take a plate; you're gettin' served/
You're buddy, too; not forgetting yours/
Take a number, but guard ya bitch -I'm gettin' hers/
Sneak disses are weak -why it never hurts/

Been quiet for a minute, but just killed it in a minute/
I'm feelin' kinda ill; man, I need to start a clinic/
I'm feelin' like a boss; man, I need to start a bidnis/
I'm always last to finish; girl, holla if you wit' it/