and your hanky spoil
Low like water bill you going get deployed
Me tell you sayonara Hiroshima boy
Me is a lyrical bomb you going get destroyed
You try sample me style but you no name a coy
Me heavy like a godsman and ready like a choir
Me no need to sound like Chris just to sing bye bye bye
I don't take no disrespect
Good boy make you run and fret
Shout your mouth, shout your mouth
Shout your mouth, shout your mouth