Fuck a cat named vowel, S.My.D ready to disembowel /
Fake emcees reaching for power, but the generator's down-so /
You can call me your waiter, cause I'm always tippin'-it-up /
Matty, you're considered paper cause I'ma be rippin'-you-up /

Pistols? I'm lifting-it-up, a city-slueth-stick-up /
“Deck” you in the mouth and play fifty-two-pick-up /
Reherse your next verse as much as you like /
But you'll leave in a herse by the end-of-the-night /

I'm a lyrical demon, born from “biblical tales” /
If you can't face defeat, then go “hide in a whale” /
I remain clinically insane and mentally derranged /
But I'm the hardest, like the last level in a game /

So fuck a hood rat, all I do is pop models /
But the last time you pushed coke, the only result was a bottle /
Weeble and wobble, I'm coming at this kid full throttle /
But between MattyB and S.My.D, Matty just got remodelled /

It's on you, homie.

shit is tough mayne im diggin it here i go

Fuckin cats aint me , but i surely fck with pussy, dude/
Fake talk about guns , shit is real pussy dude/

But see me, i let the money talk for me/

Disembowel , throw in the towel and your girls room key/

Im saying man ,  i really got this shit on smash/

Cash is an obvious, something you have never had/

Your girl fumble my balls, like a bad halfback/

I'm just trying to make her turn around , so i can smack that/

Now let's get a little technical/

Never heard you spit one bar, your flow seems skeptical/

I'm veteran, you rookie, but nothing like Blake Griffin/

And I'm just trying to have you removed, no SmithAndWesson/

I was being nice, now the flow gets iller/

Your body gets chiller, nikka im the realest ever/

Made tough like an endeavor, yet glide like Clyde Drexler/

Sorry if i offended, but this 16's a snack before dinner/

do abab only cause im kindah busy with tracks 
thanks man  

iiqht my time 

Chill with the gang talk nikka , time to end this shit/

My clique always ready to 'click' and fill you up with clips/

Nah scratch that, like Ar-test, I'll send you Ro-ckets.

And I Rose, like Kobe with more rings then Saturn's orbit/ 

You talking very big man, might as well call you Norbit/

And your lines are really wreakin' , would you like a stick of orbit/

You a culprit now, i'm a corporate now/

Get more business and money then Nasdaq or the Dow, oww/

Ate my sixteen? Doubt it. Ate your sixteen? No, i plowed it/

And like Allan said in Hangover, suck my dick. No thanks, I frown upon it/

I look down upon it, and i look down on you/

This is just the lifestyle from cloud nine, you still on cloud two/

I got sick flow, no really shit could get nasty/

And yes , I will stay poppin' models and Halle Berry/

So tell your girl im sorry, she doesn't fit in the category/

I never touched your girl , i still make her scream like Mariah Carey/ 

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