[Intro]
Whole up swole up y'all can't do this without the females this COB Shit

[Verse: Supa Bean]
The female Makaveli I'm 2Pac Shekur I'm too hot you not I spit Lyrical C-4
I do not fuck with you new broads anymore I'm street but don't Cross me you need a detour
Yo my flow is like Chicago is spit the iller noise I smoke loud until It's dead that's how I kill a noise
I can't kick it 'cause y'all be on the lame shit and all I speak is that Dollar sign language
A vicious visionary bitches barely get a merry Christmas I cancel it Like The Grinch when it's getting scary
You getting worried then getting buried in cemeteries I turn a old Bitch to obituary
Supa Bean be the name you lames can't forget it my heart blacker Than them Afcricans from Ancient Kemet
Learned from The Lady of Rage that's how I gain knowledge back On the block with the fire I call it flame launching
It's Supa I'll rape your track with no vaseline like I wear a strap-on But that ain't how I swing
I don't wear a strap-on but I got my strap on my lap strap on your Seat belt when I crash the scene
I pack a mean punch and jump you like a trampoline I hit a bitch One time and that tramp'll lean
She tried to cover her tracks so I snatched the weave I told you it's Your girl Supa attach the Bean