Chicken

I got problems, the flow is not common I'm serving you rappers with a helping of Top Rhymin Lyrics that are killing the rappers that rock diamonds I'm sick enough to slap you with a bowl of hot ramen Top's China, out flexing Scott Steiner I fuck bitches, eat pussy and pop hymens You're not honest, I'm sick enough to make an abstinent nigga go cop condoms Promise, scout's honor I'm so Australopithecus...oops I mean ape shit... Going bananas, dropping hammers on all you chicken shits I'm sick with the arithmetic 16 bars, 4 verses, 64's the product, I'm playing games but ripping shit You were quite the actor 'til I fucked around and flipped the script Listen: I was spitting like a person with a lisp and shit Now your bitch got my dick written on her Christmas list... But that's what happens when you've got nice writtens And chicks be waiting for your shit to drop like pigeons... So: get her a pen so she can jot my digits You scotch brite bitches 'getting boxed like Triscuits It's life, run away, you're getting shot like biscuit... Punk bithces...