fvc2

mic check, 1-2-1-3

if i'm alone with yo girl, she's going down on me

had her over one night just to see if she would like it

now she feenin for my semen like she on a strictly dick diet

 

i been writin while you lazy rappers sleep it off

the fire i be spittin so hot you can't believe it all

but reach tall, and you can pound on the strobe lights

but you won't hit the stars cuz youre just a fuckin lowlife

 

came up outta nowhere, like a jack in the box

but you aint making it big cuz you sound wack when you talk

you say you the realest, but i keep on getting realer

call MTV cuz i'm out here gettin made, Conzuela

 

i ain't that kind, but my flow so nice

i been told i look like my man jesus christ

yo bitch in my lap as we hotbox the chevy

she my slim shady, her knees weak and her palms gettin sweaty