Came down from planet mars, planted cars in ya garage that were stolen,
get found out by cops patrolling,
My raps are golden, like Amanda Holden, with a bandana posin,
Contortin and Foldin, in ways you can’t imagine,
bend the neck an out around the abdomen,
I grabbed a pen, and wrote shit sicker than sickin on shit,
hit upon hit, spit it on here, rip it up clear,
A mother fucker who swears like a southern trucker, you’re just a sucker,
Gonna get beat up till you can’t come back down,
you’ll get eat up if you make a damn sound,
when I spit a verb or a noun, I’ll be swerving around,
and hit you when you’re hurt an ya bound, up an standin in rope,
abandon all hope, an hand me the soap,
fuck thin ice ya standin on smoke, get slammed to the choke,
try spittin tough shit with ya hand in ya throat,
is this your car? Screw it, if I can’t go around I’ll go right through it,
this is the new kid, rappin stoopid,
get used to it.
