deadly like the plague or one young in age with gauge
exposing brains of these lames with my flame on the page
stand on the stage and hold back an army
keep the crowds buzzing like africanized bees, stay swarmin
and still keep my shoes clean, keep an extra rag
keep a throwaway stack for golddiggers on the rag
remember when they used to beat the niggers on the back?
now they act cool and still say nigger behind our backs
and they want to claim credit,
when all they did was promise the world for price, then we got bad credit..