Combustion

see the flow is like a faucet I can turn it off and on
u the type not to know what block he walking on
I see them popping shit, talking shit, yet to even call me bitch
bitches lick me up and down cuz they know i'm balling bitch
they know what I'm about, my stacks thick as a brick
I'll shit on you pricks, all shit no piss
aw shit he's piff, aw shit they wish
he would stop now but he a pitbull with his mouth locked
I been on to you niggas like when they got your house watched
sho gun ya game is done, your name has flunked
talking some bullshit from that asian tung
get the fucked outta Here I'm blazing some
of the finest shit so you'll never ever phase me son
You never show guns ur name probably Jang Ling chung
And to you other niggas who really trying to clap me
don't claim youre real, nigga get AT ME
I'm rolling with the masters of this U a huckleberry finn
Protege seem old, bet he got a double hairy chin
ron jeremy style, nigga fuck the mad writer
his name is the mad writer
cuz his pop was the reason his shit hole is no longer grasp tighter,
fucking spicer, mcguiver, I'm nicer,
i'll decipher your brains run them over with a chrysler,
you can't win this battle you a cat and i'm a tiger,
i roam in the jungle, you're raps are full shit...
tell ya mommy you need some diapers

lil nigga