ill nik-A’s Verse
I got the strength to scramble ya brain with just one lick
& I’m here to punch-in ur pan face for thinking it’s non-stick
whether regular or pics, u cannot beat me, stop! my shit’s really hot!
& u dont wanna talk swag & flow cuz ya flex just brings out the bikini top
I got oozies, shotties, 9s, 4-5s, u name it & that shit’s in the shack
& still my collections aren’t as tight as urs... cuz u show off ur guns & ya shirts rip in the back
u can say I’m fat... but that’s all-u-can-eat-seafood & a sick view without a fuckin care
If u think u in shape it’s only cuz that crown shows how u fit something round into something square
shout out to the fiends for providin a damn living & to the enemy for the cans spitting
Cocaine cowboys celebrate killin men with feathers on their heads too... we call it Thanksgiving!
u at the bar while I’m in ur crib... that’s ya girl’s happy hour & Blue wishes...
cuz it turns out the Thirst And Goal’s mascot was short by a few inches
ur crew bitches. Mine gangstaz if u not left dead u bled
I’m splitting wigs from block to block... like u & Karpis goin head to head
but toe to toe ya forearms, wrists & fists little so ya punches are utterly sad
but on the other hand ya snot box... has the same hook Butterbean had
I let the cans pop, u don’t got the balls... ya jokes’ kid shit lookin for one with a Hancock
AND ur Squints so ugly... u’d kill his chances of fuckin Wendy Peffercorn from the sandlot