Hittin' when I step back to the deck  
 Sidebets kick 'em in then raise up  
 Jet from the ivory it's time for me  
 To see if I can graze the cut  
 Just a hint I'm shuttin' down  
 ya pistons you'll have to listen  
 'Cause I'm clippin' of the wack  
 Bracket shit that's soft so go  
 Back to the troft and put it  
 Back next to the Smirnoff bottle  
 Where u found it from it sounds  
 Numb has no feel an organic  
 Synthesis did I mention this in  
 The last verse no I drive a fast  
 Hearse they'll have to catch the  
 Flow I'm snatchin' a row of burnt  
 Corpses and hopin' they lernt the  
 Forces that they're up against the  
 Immense in this shit will a  
 Fist to the grill instill a fraction  
 Of common sense you would want  
 Providence to play a part but it's  
 Obvious you have no heart I'm  
 Protruding a pro-tracker the  
 Proportion of a slacker is where I  
 store  
 The shit give me ya cup what's ya  
 Flavor it's juice taste it a swig of  
 The stew  
  
 Now that I have a deepdish spoon  
 Niggas be attackin' get blackin'  
 Eyes like racoons blew up like  
 Balloons busted rusted they're  
 Getting thrusted with them  
 Screw drivers who's the livest  
 Me and I love it when the  
 Slug rubs another from a rusty  
 Life they couldn't cut it so I cut  
 'Em with my trusty knife  
 Skinned alive and when deprived  
 Of one's life one thinks twice  
 Three time a lady Lionel couldn't  
 Pay or you to fade me 'cause  
 I be learnin' shit makin'  
 Ternikits for broken English  
 I'm yokin' the seamstress 'cause  
 I'm sewin' up shit. You know  
 I can rip, I rest with the  
 Hobo's yo yo's stay up no  
 Mayonnaise on the cut but I can  
 Bust it wit the mustard my  
 Spice is hot the radish  
 Adds this seasoning that creates  
 And make taste buds wanna make  
 dubs  
 Of a swig of the stew  
  
 Box Car 23 is my freight train  
 I'm not strippin' for the cock except  
 the Diesel the weight gain I make pain  
 and  
 I take it 'cause I'm humble a dirty rat  
 A sturdy gat is the back up for the  
 Smack up easy for me to pack the  
 knack  
 Up braggadocio rhymes I'm braggin'  
 while  
 I'm laggin' saggin' 'cause my jeans  
 hafta  
 Be lean for the cuisine who dat! Dick  
 Dasturdly could never master  
 Me drew raps after me comes me  
 stop  
 Suction cupping you got nothing  
 coming  
 But cum of burns hon. I'm doin' it  
 For my niggas in the oak-land where  
 I plan my escape from traits of empty  
 Crates and busted grapes are not  
 Part of the gomay hey just an  
 Appetizer filet mignon but the song  
 is the stew