This is a song about "The greatesr"

Where the fuck the chorus

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

As the king upon the throne

Little latasha sho' grown

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes