Lyrics

u kids can touch me im walkin in a cloak/
throw u over a cliff let u choke in mid-air from a rope/
u got fire? nope, ur skills about as alive as the pope/
u aint paid u broke, this boards turnin to a joke/
bow down the rap god has spoke, the real harmonic praised lyrics/
throwin out tracks that raise the bobonic plagued spirits/
u hear it, and start sayin wow/
i dont have a problem puttin somethin shiny in ya mouth/
leave u dead and ya boys lookin for u movin wit the clouds/
crew pourin hennessy heads facin to the gorund/
when they know the truth is u a mouse/
u sqeel/
u went to the cops and played "lets make a deal"/
snitchin words for sure my chrome wheels'll peel/
comin to ya crib and whipe u out with my steel/
u gripe about keepin it real but u lyin to yaself/
act like u swipe somethin, but u put it back on that shelf/
u a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/
screamin for ya mommy like dat ***** gona help/
ill snap u in have like the seahawks did randell el/
remember me cause im the a survivor of the hell raisin grounds/
so calm and so sound, u rap battle kats might aswell say **** it/
killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/
leave no remains and get my heater and untuck it/
im white but id call u a ***** and love it/
dont bother to bounce back cause im without a doubt da toughest/

p.s. im not racist btw.