80's Slangin' (Drug Dealer Interlude)

Lyrics

I got raps So don't slack I attack that I smack cats When I'm mad Or take fat packs I ask kindly miss To kiss my ass I'm spreading yours Your head I'm taking tours of Inside it sure as hell was warm but dry And you can try to be hard-core But you're no biggie smalls for sure I'm practicing the art of war Regarded for the grace The only way in which I'm a snake To shed my face Then the new layer Proves even greater Proof need a hater Don't protest As I attest I am the excrement My competition Awful dingy On that extra shit My mom believe My head is detrimental To success On her side of the fence I guess her style invented mine Versatile and into flight Shooting rubber bands Back at your guy If he doubt we fly Cool and dapper as Jack We nerve racking your ship tonight Bitch it's Kryptonite We sick as viruses in shitty societies