[Chorus]
Get off my ball sack small rat
I’ll melt ya skin with a verse, paramedics leave you in gauze wrap
You caused that flappin' ya lips like you Don Juan
Next time close ya mouth when my song's on
Get off my ball sack small rat
I’ll melt ya skin with a verse, paramedics leave you in gauze wrap
You caused that flappin' ya lips like you Don Juan
Next time close ya mouth when my song's on

[Verse 1]
Semi’s the same don that spat lines and stayed calm
When I rage on lay siege, missiles and napalm
Drop flows like A bombs
Shortie's hear the eloquence and face palm its opposite of Drake songs
You might spot me in a new tux
I like women with fine shape and huge butts, fine taste and youth 'cuz
I’m feelin' like a rich a don
Women approach, I get kissed on for making sick songs
Fist drawn
I’m Rocky in the meat locker
Its weed and wheat lager when the streets prosper
Make the front of the newspaper my crews favored
My true nature is too major dude later
You’ll get slapped quick for spittin’ that wack shit
You’re challenged mentally, so we can’t even match wit
I’ll leave ya brain floatin', I’m like sniffin' glue after hazardous chain smokin' foreal you lames jokin'
You’re just a biter dawg everything I drop you copy
I’ll you hit with a Shoryuken then a Tatsumaki
I was diggin' crates you was diggin' ya fat nose, I rap flows and mack hoes, after rap shows
Yo its the frag thrower marijuana bag blower
I’m like Jin Kazama with hands just a tad slower
My pen flow like curves on a slim hoe, the gems glow, patterns like Big Pun in Twins bro
[Chorus]
Get off my ball sack small rat
I’ll melt ya skin with a verse, paramedics leave you in gauze wrap
You caused that flappin' ya lips like you Don Juan
Next time close ya mouth when my song's on

[Verse 2]
Yo its the rap Steve Austin a stone cold stunner
Spittin' fly, sittin' high, rose gold Hummer
I crossover, spin the basketball on my index for ten secs been fresh smokin' while I chin press
Foreign ladies pourin' Bailey's near the poolside, Sasha Grey half naked down the pool slide
I hold the mic like a pimp holds a whores waist, give me more space its no room for poor taste
Damn, I suggest you book a hotel, Aventus Creed how my clothes smell hoes yell
The west side where I settle hun, n***as carry metal guns, rebels sons sippin' on Ketel Ones
The flows nasty like bukkake ya crews sloppy, while dudes copy the style I’m sippin’ cool sake
Semi Six is more poised than you, you’ll need paramedics and the boys and blue when I poison you

[Chorus]
Get off my ball sack small rat
I’ll melt ya skin with a verse, paramedics leave you in gauze wrap
You caused that flappin' ya lips like you Don Juan
Next time close ya mouth when my song's on