Won’t Stop lyrics

[Verse One]
Models and dimes, ugly hoes follow inside
Proud of my di*k and mad chicks swallow my pride
Getting head jobs from strippers
Twisted off the eggnog and liquor, a big dog like Clifford
Melt gimmicks every time I spit
With rhymes like crowds in health clinics cause every line is sick
I squeeze clips at each clique
To see how they deal with heat when I put them under arms like speed stick
Please b*tch, with metal to your frame
I rep the C. O. nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter
And you might be upset, your dad and I got something in common
Your mom kissing both our babies right before bed
And like me or not, b*tch I'm 'bout to light me a spliff
So any sh*t you got to spit I'll more than likely forget

[Verse Two]
I talk a lot of sh*t cause I know a lot of sh*t
Your b*tch comes to my show to swallow a lot of di*k
So which idiot should I sh*t on?
The one that spit on the mic or his friend who convinced him to get on?
You spit your best sh*t on everybody's mix tape
Now for your album you're left with sh*t you wrote in sixth grade
That's why I don't rhyme on mix tapes
I mix hate and science and spit straight sick sh*t your b*tch hates
On Tower I admit rape
And it was well worth the gas and the switchblade it took to get laid
Plus your girl looks like a great f*ck
But that's only from the face down and the waist up
And I got eight sl*ts, one for each day I wake up
Plus an extra for the morning I die laying face up
I'll pull you out your truck, get slammed up the dash
For rhyming like you got Jim Henson's fist crammed up your ass
Pull out the thirty-eight, hold it to the crowd
And leave every critic's body that dissed me "Holier Than Thou"
Extinguish the hottest emcee's match
When I cuff the mic at twelve decibels I still get positive feedback