[Verse 1: Vince]
Good morning say hello to the as*h*le
I guess I musta smoked all the crack that my dad sold
Epar boy ramshackin' the fat hoes
Can't be taught sh*t, showed when the class closed so closed case
So based but so calm I'm old mase
The reason b*tches get to heavy breathin in a closed space
Feenin' for these lifelong dreams stemmed from old hate
And throwin sprewells on a f*ckin' Acura TL
b*tch we monster mobbin' ignorant as Compton college
Graduates you faggot b*tches pay attention
Since my 7th grade suspensions I been on some f*ck religion
I believe in me, stacking money up and f*cking b*tches who agrees
Truthfuly you bringing out the Kill Bill 2 in me
Dennis hooper shooter n*gga welcome to my hoosiers speach
Killin when I'm spittin you should bring a quart or two of bleach
Dont wanna leave a messy scene, cause presentation's everything
Play hard as gay baseballers
Hatian, large enough to shake Harlem
Red carpet, stained from blood of my enemies
I treated like the Kennedys, hope that you remember me, swag
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Treat you n*ggas like my dinner, welcome to my lunchbox
Roast you on a flaming ember then you're in my lunchbox
Appetite growing bigger so you're in my lunchbox
Lunchbox, welcome to my lunchbox
[Verse 2: Jay Cue]
As my hunger grows in capacity
Citizens scatter rapidly, in front of and after me
But you can not be mad at me, cause it would be a tragedy
To hear the blasphemy of saying this is not a masterpiece
So please just, ease up 'fore you are surrounded
By so many Pyramids you'd think it's Egypt
So go ahead step in our path
While we do a f*ckin' hundred with our foot on the gas, b*tch
You lowly residents are merely just a pestilence
So tell me what a peasant is compared to my excellence
Yeah, that's absolutely nada
You n*ggas couldn't kick it if I started playin' soccer
How you gon' stop a, n*gga spittin' lava
Over beats fatter than sumos eatin' pasta with lobster
Be careful if your mouth begins to pop
Murder won't be considered I'll just drop you in the box
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