Contagious Twisted Insane

[Hook 4X]
I know I be racin’
My shit is contagious
That’s why I spit that shit that make you
Look like you had facelift

[Verse 1]
I got a weed habit that’s constant
I got a walk that won’t get off the gangsta lean
I got a gang of bills in my pocket
When you pass, motherfuckers mad you ain’t made a team
They never made a nigga that can fade a nigga
I’mma win it, ain’t gon’ pretend that I’m not the one
These motherfuckers actin’ like they really killin’ shit
When I’m the one that really got a nigga poppin’ guns
I’m like „WHOOP!”
Now tell me who the fuck and I’d rap this nigga
I don’t give a fuck who you pick, he could be the man
Pull out the Saran, then wrap this nigga
If a nigga win, back to back this nigga
I don’t play hoops but I shack this nigga
The pow(d)er in my hand while I smack this nigga
Fuck it, I’mma turn around and clap this nigga!
So I hit ’em with a weapon
And I turn around, they gotta step in opposite direction
If I’m feelin’ disrespected then I really gotta wet ’em
Put a bullet in my chamber, then a motherfucker get ’em!
Racks in my backs from these fuckin’ shows
I be on a roll makin’ stupid guap
Everybody and they mama know I’m it
How many people tell you that you hot?
How many people knowin’ that you NOT?
You really need to quit it, man, your shit is weak
You really never ever make a fuckin’ knock
I heard the same shit from niggas since ’93
I’m weak? Nigga, that’s a blasphemy!
I’ve been avoided by the industry for fuckin’ years
The rap game is lookin’ like a toilet bowl:
It’s really time for someone else to put the shit in gear!