[Verse 1: Reek Da Villian]
Aye yo, weak minded bitches fall victim because my charm's strong
Jazzy pair of Louis on my feet, Shoey Armstrong
Ma couldn't be my cheerleader with platinum pom-poms
She the type to misrepresent a king like Lebron's mom
Beating on my chest with a crown, King Kong Don
Langston Hughes, I write a poem that do the Bible Psalms harm
These other rappers want problems, then bring it on umm
This rapping beef is nothing, my studio's an Islam farm
And all cowards'll become victims of man
Keep a 5th of Remy and a stick of piff in my hand
Yeah they fly but I'm a pilot that no one can understand
Plus the way I go ham'll make a Muslim say 'Damn.'
Hustle hard, trips to Miami for three days
So I can meet with the connects and get the D. Wade
Run up in the Gucci store and drop 3k
You bum, I could get your whole outfit out of BJ's
Lyrical scientist, leaving mics with psoriasis
All this work that I'm shitting is Michael Myer's psychiatrist
Pyrex supply assist, who be lying stiff when the iron spits
I come alone, just me and one 9 Johnny [Unitas]
And let my bitch serenade through these slums
And blow so much loud, I need a hearing aid for my lungs
And as far as metaphors, rate this
I was a snail til haters threw salt on me and I dissolved into greatness
Aye yo, weak minded bitches fall victim because my charm's strong
Jazzy pair of Louis on my feet, Shoey Armstrong
Ma couldn't be my cheerleader with platinum pom-poms
She the type to misrepresent a king like Lebron's mom
Beating on my chest with a crown, King Kong Don
Langston Hughes, I write a poem that do the Bible Psalms harm
These other rappers want problems, then bring it on umm
This rapping beef is nothing, my studio's an Islam farm
And all cowards'll become victims of man
Keep a 5th of Remy and a stick of piff in my hand
Yeah they fly but I'm a pilot that no one can understand
Plus the way I go ham'll make a Muslim say 'Damn.'
Hustle hard, trips to Miami for three days
So I can meet with the connects and get the D. Wade
Run up in the Gucci store and drop 3k
You bum, I could get your whole outfit out of BJ's
Lyrical scientist, leaving mics with psoriasis
All this work that I'm shitting is Michael Myer's psychiatrist
Pyrex supply assist, who be lying stiff when the iron spits
I come alone, just me and one 9 Johnny [Unitas]
And let my bitch serenade through these slums
And blow so much loud, I need a hearing aid for my lungs
And as far as metaphors, rate this
I was a snail til haters threw salt on me and I dissolved into greatness
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