Song Description

Upbeat hedonistic party/braggadocio hip-hop song

Lyrics

This s---t will get you open
10 degrees below frozen
This young #%$^&'s cool you swear that God chose him
To hold your winter down, keep your drinks chillin
Spit the arctic at you, f--k how you feelin
I'm the truth
White tees, A1's and white sneaks
White keys melt to black ink my hood and your streets
I'm him, the motherf------ man you see him
Take your best rapper, watch me 2-3 him
I will unbeef him
Biscuit and 2 piece him
IV him
And let the nurses come feed him
worse part is I aint gotta clap to do it
specially if you wanna bring the raps into it
no man, all amazing y'all adaptin to it
16 bars make you feel like a Mack went through it
With this rap i'm fluid
Aint no hassle to it
I'm born to be the s--- man I have to do it


Chorus
Now I'm back in this b---h get low like ying yang
Two tables one mic I make this thing bang
Catch creme de la crem hell yeah i'm that dude
To get your mind right or get your chick in the mood
So if you wanna get high get drunk or OD
Get blowed get off...$&%^^ you know me
Whether you clutch mics or you clutch that steel
Do whatever whenever if that's how you feel

I really feel like
My flow is real tight
A little braggadocio mixed in with real life
Plus i freestyle like Dave Mirra with a bike
Or even Tony Hawk working the halfpipe
Verb vocalist
Quick as Wayne Brady can choke a b---h
I spit game vs. your best I'm super soakin it
I live for flippin words there's nothing better to do
and kick a #^$%& to the curb like Freddy Adu
You better than who?
Prize Fighter who wanna get murked first
I'll tell your ring down like bootney farnsworth
Young Ani baby, my swagger's so sith
Every record so dope the cadence so piff
So sit
The boy is focused
Hold a staff and part your grey matter like Moses
So y'all pack it up and get your @$$es on
I'm in a zone I'm like snoopy with his glasses on

Chorus

Y'all #$%&^ logged on
To monster.com
Theflow your panache your getupis all wrong
I'm here
$&%^^ cheers
This is your swan song
Last beer
Cant hear?
Is this mic on?
No need to check it man I'm just gonna run it
The shine you were hopin for I'm gonna sun it
1 bar to 100
Pull your best rhyme out
You'll still be Chris webber with that last timeout
You're a pen on a test made for #2 pencils
Couple dimes short of the sense that God lent you
Y'all still gunnin trying to be your hood's last hope
well sorry homie had to put a hole in your boat
%#%% I'm that ill
So much appeal
Tear rappers down like the mainstream will
Double up double back til I get that meal
Big up to chuck town #%$^$ that's how I feel

Chorus