My estrogen deliverer got out so I gotta keep on remembering the shit I'm not about. I'm not in her mouth. Nervous as shit, pot in my mouth. Cotton mouth, bout to drop out. I might have been one of those when I decided to not doubt. Knocked out, got up, Donnie McClurkin, or that other family who be lurking
Shot out a box, got out the box, thought about the roof. Stopped out the box for being some shit these hood n***as thought about in the booth. They become the box, I wake up in the box. And I shake up the dice wake up at Rice, wake up in the Heights. And take them to the height-est, kind of shit that I don't get until I'm in some box. Now

Now how could I forget to drop a hook
I don't get a lot of twat I gotta look
Mad cause I don't get it, have to find a fitted
Rap to find a fitted, rapid fire shit
Have a liar get mad unwired with my hook, yo

Magic rapid fire, have a lot of cats to inspire. These cats haven't got a bad Mariah by their side. Laugh a lie, Natalie. Back to my grabbing my nine-having. Having a price, mad cats have to like actually precise. Faggots like to rap, I don't like a fag. Have a team of guys who are captain of the Cavs. Blacking on the Knicks. Pass it to the pricks, pricks pass it to a ditch. Have a little shit, pass it to the 6. 6 has a ditch, ditch has a bitch has a fist has a dick. Dick has a bitch has fit has a bitch. Bitch has a fit has a fit has a this. Magic shit, blacking shit. Mad a shit, faggot shit. Rap to faggots. Faggots, have a clip. Have a dip, bitch

Now how could I forget to drop a hook
I don't get a lot of twat I gotta look
Mad cause I don't get it, have to find a fitted
Rap to find a fitted, rapid fire shit
Have a liar get mad unwired with my hook, yo

Scared of my nuts but I'm tearing shit up. Grab the right one with the left, but I'm scared as fuck. I barely get up, a direction rhymes. Erection time, next to shine, next in line
Blessed to find a second time I'm nevermind. Nevermind gets divine, half the Heaven sign. Heaven sign, extra time, never shine. "Better than I" says the guy who's next to me, but only
Psychically. Unfortunately, to those 6's with ditches, it's sexually. Except Talise. Except my mom, except the house, except the lease. Except the bomb, except the bounce, except police. Respect the bounce, respect the blessed, restrept the geif. I mean, shit, I'm an extra Zangief on Schweppes. And Jeff, you left, peace

Now how could I forget to drop a hook
I don't get a lot of twat I gotta look
Mad cause I don't get it, have to find a fitted
Rap to find a fitted, rapid fire shit
Have a liar get mad unwired with my hook, yo