Goldie Remix

[STaTiiX: Verse 1] I said it must BEEEEE cuz a rapper got flows Any bastard talking smack, I'm smashing in his nose Known for slashing throats and throwing hoes in open caskets Think you rolling past me? I'll make your ass blow a gasket All my brothers grim, come chill within the blunt smoke I'm crashing your tower and rescuing Rapunzel I'm unbearable and spit like a smoking Glock King Midas Flow, I got this shit on Goldilock Always been a cheater in this game of life I'll take your dice and snatch your spinner if the stakes are high No matter, my flow patterns are so dapper Shitting on you, no crapper, roast rappers With a bunsen burner, I stunt your learning, these cunts Get murdered, I'm the top dog, you a munchkin furter Crunching vertebrates, got that Gotti swag I ain't talking Murder Inc, but more like body-bagging And toe-tagging these rappers, I'm the damn antagonist I stand ravenous, dismantle all challengers I'm the catalyst causing these cataclysms Doing damage with writtens when I smash your swagger to bits I'm so fly when it comes to penmanship I'll hit the nuggets till I kick the bucket, took your bitch Pulled out her breasts and fucked em, then she nibbled on my chicken strip Fry you little bitches, no Kentucky [ASAP Rocky: Hook] I said it must be, cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off [STaTiiX: Verse 2] I'm all about them golden (bars), homie I'm a rover (mars) Don't rock loafers, don't got chauffeurs, but I'll leave ya jaw On the floor and rip your throat apart, I go for hearts I need a replacement, mine is frozen, X-ray it You can see a fucking glacier, I'm x-rated In the way I lay these bars, (Winning) kill and ravage Leaving beats in turmoil, I see you haters tryna strong-arm This is gym class, you need some shoulder curls All my bitches been bad, your chicks are like the Golden Girls I'll leave your block full of craters, Armstrong Balling on that wizard shit, no Harlem Pardon my wording, flow sharper than "Gilette" And the sound so Sterling ... No Archer But I'll smoke the dutches till I'm laying in a coffin Hotboxing the sarcophagus, making the dead all walk again So gimme opulence or take this cock in your esophagus I stay up on that green, call me an herbivore These dirty whores get canceled, Jersey Shore We gon' have a situation if you're hating Leave you kissing the pavement, or taking fists to the face, bitch Erasing all these number 2's, cuz I'm the shit I'm not Hopsin so I'll tell a bitch to ride my dick Faggots mad cuz I'm puffing on the dankest grams Raw with the smackdown, pop rocks at your candy ass [Hook]