know ones above em'....
but with me the huns just love em'/
the ones with the big buns and jugs and trains we run and dug in/
every openin' but onto a new subject/
i just blew up this/
these labels are ran by the same ventriloquists with new puppets/
on the real the skill is to appeal and thrill/
my words act as a remedy to heal the ill/
i betcha holla shrill and kneel when i reveal this steel and fill ya grill/
don't talk-unless you want to survive thru/
i have been to spots people don't walk or even drive thru/
you tryna high five who?
ride with a live crew/
baked potato as a silencer topped off with cheese,butter and chives too/