Hostage Prof

Bitch, I'm completely fucking retarded
Swervin' through the lanes of the game like I'm carsick
Rose up myself with no misstep
He tell me I'm the best and I ain't even rich yet
Yeah! Ain't nobody like me
Fruity emcees filled with Hi-C
Down syndrome up in my IV
Buckin' like a mafucka' gettin' crazy!
Pound for pound, I'll match up with anybody
On the track, it's a fact, bitch, tell me something!
I fold you backwards, ass-first through botox, douchebag rappers!
When they see that cold-guy roll by, they like, "Oh my!"
"Prof, when the album drop?", Tell 'em to hold tight
Eh, don't you know I got the studio jumping?
The CD's a miracle, Gampo 2's coming

[Hook - 2x]
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)

Ugh, Konnichiwa snitch
Prof's about to go break your jaw, bitch
And ain't anybody here, soft-shit
And don't make me up and leave with a hostage
I'm extra diesel, best believe I likes you people
Y'all felt up, I'm untouchable like nests of eagles
You're rin-tin-tin, young Prof is a Gampo kingpin, let it sink in
I'm an all-mighty artifact, intact, in fact, push your skin back from the impact
Get it straight bitch, I'm tougher than nails
Can't fail, made from sperm out the cup of the grail, holding your shit, holy shit
I'm as cold as it gets, open you up like a muzzle with clips
I'm Indiana Jones coated with chrome
Ballsack, rolling me back for dinner at home