Combustion

the demand for me is crazy i'm simply the de man
U got problems with me you gon see the hand
of god, the only one closest, I'm Jesus you Moses
i'm what everyone wants to be, you posing
We stack paper here, so motherfucking explosive
Combustion in the street, everybody knows this
Mad Writer trash his rhymes is all hocus Pocus
Long ass disses trying to expose this
Sho gun listen up, you ain't winning
write some raps down u might have me grinning
I'm an asshole with cash flow, looking at my stack yo
like damn I'm balling now I got white and black hoes
We moving on from these beefs, they seem to bore me
think I might go holla at some hoes, they whoring and I'm horny
Sho been here since 2004 and he still doing the same shit
Same person, same negativity, his life must be lame shit
I mean lame quit, cuz u only making your life more dangerous
HHB is your angeldust, Mad writer's disses don't anger us
you sitting around wasting ya time with ya long ass responses
While I'm fucking bitches from L.A to the Bronx Bitch
they say I got that long dick, that fucking bong shit
oh u need a high? the gun'll smoke you out leave ya fuckin lungs split
stop talking out the ass, u got shit on ya tung shit