[Intro]
Sick till I [bad word]  die!
Let me get a little strange
Thing is dang, kids you know thats what it's for, you know what I mean?
Every time I hear some [bad word] niggas sound more and more like me
Makes me wanna quit this [bad word] Hold on, I'mma do it like this

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Try to find me it's like I'm Chinese
Somewhere in China they minor them niggas die easy
Them niggas winers I make 'em red as the 49ers
Leave 'em dead, cut off the head [bad word] I'm a potent rymer
I'm a pokish rifle give an eyeful I'm a sniper
Nobody like she [bad word] back snaps like a viper
I'm in to makin' niggas quit the game split ya brain hit ya gang
Niggas dunno what happened look at the picture frame
I'm fifty-one-fifty mixed with cocaine toe maine
Poison em put your boys in there after you get ate they get the same
I'm insane something stuck in my membrane its them thangs
Tummy tuck em and then change clothes change shoes
Range rove your brain froze
They lose they know
I could rip a [bad word] to smithereens
I snake when i slither in then I'mma get my [bad word] to get the keys
Ain't that a [bad word] that [bad word] sounds like a Mini-Me I'm tellin' you

[Hook]
I heard that song before i heard it somewhere
No other rappers rap like the fo
Is he an imposter i just want you niggas to know
You got a thin roster I'mma eat em up like shrimp, lobsters
Imposters