like churchs chicken, all my shit is raw
pop a nigga jaw, just like I popped his girls jaw
without no flaw, I freestyle without a problem
filled my mouth with jewels, like I filled up a condom
no stopping, shit I always stay wrecking
whoop a nigga ass, as if I was 05 Tekken
no wrestling, I never be faking
hoes complain, I play games, nicknamed, me playstation
bar raising, man you'll cant compete
can't fit all my hoes im my jeep, I only got six seats
can't stay in yo seat, cause I get this bitch hype
I went back to the future sipping lean on a bike
shit tight, like yo clothes on a cold winter day
scream out my name like I was flavor flav
people think Im inspector gadget cause all the problems I be solvin
plus you gettin dizzy cause my rims keep revolvin
im paul walling, cause Im the peoples champ
niggas mad, cause on the hoe ass, my name is stamped
chain like a lamp, I bring light to the house
I spit flames, even though I got this ice in my mouth
yeah, whats the deal