Mother f***er i'm bombin on your b***h a**. Flow more gifted than Christmas. Peep as that tranny switch gears to 5th so i can spit fast. Now you know it ain't a problem for me to give it gas. Baby boy was born with the gift of gab. i know it's rapid timing. If you finally rewind it, find punch lines in every rhyme like Peter Griffin's gay a**. Yeah, i feel it everywhere that i go. i do it for everyone that i love. i'm never gonna fall, i know. i know, i know. i know i'm something that you wanna see. Regulate that a** like i'm Warren G. R.I.P. to the OG Nate Dogg. Looking towards the sky because i am about to take off. Shake y'all. Break all haters and non-believers. DFW is on the map for rap cause y'all need us. For them boys in the trap that are strapped with the heaters. To them boys that got it bad so they mad at Jesus. For them huslters that's working 9 to 5. They got Saturday night fever. We stayin alive. Hell naw, these ain't no BGs. These streets be sleazy my neezy. Be easy. And i ain't talking about Eric Wright but my attitude's a scary sight. My flow will leave you in that CareFlight. Y'all come back now y'hear? i'm here e'er night. Get it right, i get it like a smoker that can't get a light. i'm pissed the f*** off so f*** off or you'll be dead tonight. A lyrical cannibal. A pit bull. i will keep f***ing emcees up until i get full. Hulk Smash! i need to calm down. Now i'm just playing with y'all, going the 12 rounds. Worried about the score card, you should of ducked. Pow! Daaaamn! You got knocked the f*** out! Yeah, now let me bring it down a notch. i'm on time like an atomic watch. Mr. Clean came to bleach out the splotch. Crease the game up and return it with heavy starch. Billions served with every arch. 3 pointers all day like i'm shooting in my front porch. Leave y'all hanging to dry till y'all parched. Load up your cartridge. About face, march. Ooh yeah. The game ain't ready. i ain't scared cause this game ain't deadly. A nightmare and my nickname's Freddy. i'm in your hair like air, can't get rid of me. it's Cent Sign, f***er. i'm in full effect. Fools respect the coolest spic. How cool is that? B***h, cool your jets. Get off the gas and cool your engines. i extinguish my anguish by changing my language to Spanglish. You pinche mother f***ers. You cabrones will learn. F*** with the spics that have the biggest cojones and burn. Dallas/Ft. Worth. We got hoes and centerfolds. The working class will show they a** and so will the criminals. Now you understand why we use killing metaphors. To you yuppies, let's just say my flow's a trillion credit frauds. To you nerds, it's tax evasion. To you pervs, it's masturbation. Whatever gets your jollies. Swallow me without a chaser. 100 proof. Acid rain runs through the roof. i'll talk about a hustle. Ask these streets if i can't. i'm quick to show you muscle. Ask these boys if i'm faint. DFW will touch you. We go hard in the paint. i ain't come here to disgust you but i'll tell you who you ain't. You ain't no Big Tuck. You ain't no Fat B. You ain't no TumTum, Lil Ronnie or Double T. You ain't no Mr. Pookie. You ain't Mr. Lucci. You ain't no K-Roc, Big Chief or Dorrough Music. You ain't no Ron C. You ain't no Nemesis. You ain't no Pimpsta, Immortal Soldierz or Mexodus. You ain't no Tekniq aka Wayne. You ain't no Steve Austin. You ain't no Wideframe. You ain't no Trill Lee. You ain't no Prince Rick. You ain't no M-Dot or II Kold Syndicate. You ain't Tahiti, Picnic or Pikahsso. You ain't no E Class or BoBo Luciano. You ain't Money 2 Long. You ain't Dat Boy X. You ain't no Kottonmouth or Dallas Aztecs. You ain't no Cynical. You ain't no Play N Skillz. You ain't no Lil Peace, Lil Shine or Lil Wil. You ain't no Teflon. You ain't no Baby C. You ain't Osama The Great or Latin Embassy. You ain't no G Spook. You ain't no Gemini. You ain't Cadillac Deville the Mack or Up-Tight. You ain't no Dimebag Darrell. You ain't no Stevie Ray. You ain't no Toadies or Definition DJs. You ain't no Young Nino. You ain't no Hotboy Star. You ain't no Dam D, Gator Main or GS Boyz. You ain't no 6Two. You ain't no Twisted Black. You ain't no D.O.C. You damn sure ain't ¢razia¢, bitch.