Finesse VI Seconds

[Intro]
That's funky
Oh, I dig this
Yir, right
[?] my shit
*laughter*
Yo

[1st Verse]
A pitbull in the pit, pitted agaisn't one of y'all fruits
So when I bite, it's right through to your pit
I'm a knife in your pit, raging bull on no bullpit
We ain't the same, miss me with your bullshit
4 clips, my movie packed with materiel
Eating y'all for breakfast, nigga I'm so cereal
Word to Al Gore and South Park
I'm a south paw, that'll leave ya body south parked
That means I'm stopping this drive, when I hope in my ride
Popping up, like a cop in disguise
Surprise poppin a nine
Popping his eyes, poppin his pops
And then guy's I'm don ameche
Only three times as pompous with lines
5 bags of crack, ain't as dope as my word shit
This shit comes natural, no need to rehearse this
Perfect
I could do this blindfolded on a typewriter
Turning white girl's faces reder than a five-rider