Bite your motherf**ing style
f** droppin' a j**el, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherf**ing style, just to make it fresher
I'll bite your-bite your-bite your
Bite your motherf**ing style
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season, when it's twenty below freezing
f**-f**-f** it
f** droppin' a j**el, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherf**ing style, just to make it fresher
I can't afford to lose you
Who'd do what you do?
You are the tip of the f**ing spear
Who's going to hold back the animals?
I'll bite your motherf**ing style, just to make it fresher
I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty writin' rhymer
Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherf**er you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you pressed a double album
Yeah
Bite your motherf**ing style
I can't afford to lose you
Who'd do what you do?
You are the tip of the f**ing spear
Who's going to hold back the animals?
You wacker than the motherf**er you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you pressed a double album
I'll bite your motherf**ing style, just to make it fresher
Yeah
I'll bite your-bite your-bite your
Bite your motherf**ing style
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season, when it's twenty below freezing
f**-f**-f** it
f** droppin' a j**el, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherf**ing style, just to make it fresher
Bite your motherf**ing style
f** droppin' a j**el, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherf**ing style, just to make it fresher
If y'all don't like me, you can s** my dick til you numb it
And all that gibberish you was spittin', you need to k** it
'Cause your style is like dyin' in my sleep, I don't feel it
You hear me, huh, it's f**ing crazy