I'm just heating up

the jealousy will eat you up

Streets of Rage, Ike & Tina, Knuckle game I beat em up

Pull up with the poison like I'm Hugo

Smoking Dark Hado like I'm Akuma in the 2 door

Final fight like Haggar

Shells got big heads I call them Quagmire

300 stallions in my stable, you get you leg fired

Digital thug I'm sending minimal love

And I'm on top of the escarpment you the pinnacle of

Throw the plastic in the pit just like a bag fire

Pull up at your girlfriend work and try to get your hag fired

You know that my legs tired, I'm trying run these bags up

I don't run or jog I'm smoking blunts, I'm in the Jag Truck

Lu Kang in Mortal Kombat 2 turn to a dragon

Raiden when I spark shit, now the dark hit like a raven

You end up in that Tar pit, now your heart hit with the ray gun

No serial number know the handle got some tape on

The sun is out...

No serial number the handle got some tape on

No serial number the handle got some tape on

Just to offend you I remain consistent,

You ain't made a fuckin cent in the business

I been going relentless,

Probably goin asking for the lord for forgiveness,

When I cut you out my life, take you off at the ligaments

I'm in back of hooker Harvey's still arguing,

Bitch I said extra cheese, and walk to the car that i been parking in,

The guy at the window who got the Parkinson's,

Tell him not to shake the bag hold the Shit steady I got the sauces in

Talking all that jazz like Larry Marchanin.

Same reason I ain't got no marketing.

Game genie stock got a special attachment that hold the Cartridges

10 years, more like 10 days finish this album and,

Start up new collection,

You get popped like a quiz cause niggaz will test you unexpected.

Them 5% lessons I'm learning Is what I bless with,

That off brand cereal scratched what I'm possessed with

No serial number the handle got some tape on

No serial number the handle got some tape