Straight Spittin', Part 2

his is what I'm dealin', bout to make a killin' off illin off-a hydro
Put it on a rapper like they work in El Tambo
Here to make a statement, not on your game
You're gon' catch it like the pavement
Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what!

My shit is tight, if not the damn tightest
My stats stay bubblin' how Pepsi and Sprite is
I make a bitch jealous to the point she wanna slice this
I fuck a nigga's head up like the ex-girl turned dyke bitch
The nicest, on one like unicyclist
With pussy running deeper than stab wounds from ice-picks
Now where you bout to take it? Baby I done took it
Some more Digga Digga... shit man, look in here
Folks are spittin rhymes unruly
MC's for real might catch a hach-tuey
Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what!

I push the range on my Pop's beauant-regal
Hang wit' cats who known for making drug money legal
Dislike you, spit on purpose just to spite you
Heard you like to use your voice, ride on motorcycles
I spit clean versions for under-aged rugrats
I spit for Bricks city, where all my real thugs at
I spit shot cause I'm in a bad mood
For when my life wasn't shit but bad weed and fast food
I spit spit spit and make executive decisions
I spit some shit for all the scrubs and the pigeons
And best believe where I'm goin' you're a gonner
I spit more rhymes than silicone in California
I spit spit spit for all them jokers at the pool hall
Carrying my daughter on my back just to fool y'all
I meditate, say a prayer with my sensi
I spit on MTV all the way down to your mixtape
Like that, I'm the illest with the mouthpiece
Crazy like South Park and hotter than South Beach
Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay