Lyrics

[Verse One] Who shot ya I don't know straight in the crotch ya Looking like pac in quad studios, you pasta Penne ala vodka, red sauce like lava Lasagna, you on the ground baaaaa-ing like a llama Calling for ya papa ya momma and allah Ahhh now you screaming like opera Go get operated on before you nirvana Kurt cobain, bring the drama Disappearing act that's a fact an iguana On the track I slow ya down like a comma Then I slow myself off this hydro marijuana But my flow stays rapid like a river raft on ya The dutches I roll give ya blunt force trauma Leave you frozen in a ray of light no Madonna The purple pandas gonna send ya to the doctors They calling me a boxer, a million dolla toddler I've got rabies from my toes to my collar My posture's nothing short of a monsters Chest full of armor, titanium, no copper I conquer these beats I'm a bomber 100 martyrs heading straight for ya locker I shock ya, like an earthquake I rock ya Make you shit ya pants, a product of betty crocker Fudge brownie, you doubt me and I'mma pop ya You looking like a pretzel after I knot ya Swarming like bees my swat team is gonna drop ya Equipped with fly swatters, of course im gonna swat ya Fuckin all around like I'm a Globetrotter I keep it fly from Vermont to Sri Lanka Trucking all you motherfuckas up like a Tonka Hit the beat strong like the taste of Sanka Boy I'm bout to go bananas, nuts and bonkers Triple threat on yo ass pass and I'mma dunk ya My rhymes hit the punch lines, Golden Boy Oscar Rolling doobies up with the finest of Rasta The number one player on an allstar roster Take you to the panic room, Jodie Foster Silence all you lambs I'm a wolf no imposter Squash you to a sauce, now you thinkin hospice, ya Looking like applesauce after I criss cross ya No you're not this, I'm the main man, Lobster I'mma eat you, you see food when I vomit Fry all you potatoes up like latkes Bust into that hole like I've got all pro blockers You can't stop us, I'm the King and I'mma whop ya Don't get mad at me cause your life is improper Flyer than an eagle, jeremiah trotter Flyer than a motherfucking super Lynx copter That's right boy my knowledge will jog ya Memory back to baby form maybe longer House full of greens but I am not a farmer Spitting straight heat the house hotter than a sauna Thank god for, Obama fuck you osama Lil Purp yo, now ya know who shot ya