Well I’m the baddest mc switchblade in the mic
Playground player fifth grader for life
Only bling that I wear's in my baby blue eyes
I keep my bitches on a short leash with a tracking device
My name is mc I got carcinogen beats
Been compared to Monet I’ve been compared to Matisse
When I’m not rhymin or fuckin I’m lookin for trees
You're givin hand jobs by the blood bank for a nickel a piece
I bring the jams, like knottsberry n’ smuckers
Mother fuckers better duck cuz I’m on downers and uppers
I gotta sack of nutter butters and a head in the gutter
I waste whack mc's like they fueling a hummer