This is a song about "Vocal percussion"

Well im the judge your the try to rhyme and get me to budge when you lose dont hold a grudge,

When i lyrically diss you with my vocal cords, you say no, no, restart that flow is too much

Vocal battleship queer took yo career and just sunk it

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Spittin the vocal emission, with a musical transmission

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Steady tryna beat but ion need a percussion

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

And rip out your vocal cords, and then disconnect your spinal cords,

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Rip out your vocal chords then hang you with em, c'mon yall ready for a show?

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

That makes y'all target practice for their vocal automatics so

Rip out your vocal cord till you can't rap no more

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store