[bad word] odire
Watch out, bust the style I be kickin
I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken
Im the lord of the rings like bilbo baggins
Return of my dragon, pants be saggin
Science be droppin, thoughts be buildin
My instincts primal, tappin your spinal
Ill smack mike and janet for the whole freakin planet
Dont take me for granted, cause my eyes be slanted
From the phat back of blade, I must consume
cause my souls on the verge of impending doom
So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew
Doin what we do, so whats the matter with you
Verse:
Divine styler
Verse: [bad word] odire
I bow my head to the east five times a day
I put my face in the dirt every time I pray
To [bad word] the jinn in me, cause the sin in mes
Tryin to take over and make my soul crossover
Im steady rollin with my head ***** up
cause my system pumps loud, everybodys on my nuts
And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest
The black 850 representin my status
Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill
My bank accounts full, but my souls empty still
Verse:
Divine styler
Verse: [bad word] odire
I said take me from your house of pain
See my styles maintained, cause my membranes sane
So put down your juice, pass your jinn
Push up on a skin, I begin to win
There aint, no need to worry about where Ive been
If I pass my jinn I begin to win
I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn
Push up on a skin I begin to win
There aint, no need to worry bout where Ive been
If I pass my jinn I begin to win
Verse:
Divine styler