Shaq '94

One puff, I strike with cancerous claws

You need the jaws of life to get up in my cannabis jars

Hustled through the night, earned my stripes for the cause

Now I light my pen on fire, Jimi Hendrix applause

Settle the score, go for the jugular first

Joint manipulation, then your getting jumped for your shirt

Fuck participation trophies, keep on hoping that works

The cream rises up, I'm living proof and that hurts

I worship at the church of lost souls

Go ahead and do your worst, I will not fold

I been molded from the pressure that could blow up a diamond

Wish I had nickel every time these dummies try to dull my shine