[Intro] Yeah yeah DOOM on the beat [Verse 1] I'm Michael Jordan with the kike out sportin And a knife for warnin' that's just right for sportin' I feel like I need a piss but I ain't gonna miss the Sisyphus when he licking his lips And the lipstphus when he syphilis and sh** That's them prison bars You from Venus I'm from Mars Burn you til you're charred This ain't about spice its about the nice rice with spice Diced and spliced till its ready and nice This ain't just that Jamaica pepper This that myrtle pepper This that mortal heifer All heifers are mortal No heifers immortal Get stuffed in the chortle With the storkle I'm immortal And I'm in the fort full Of soldiers They arms like boulders That's the war on d**, back in '08
I need more fawn hugs, stack them flow fates In the realm of shrugs you get more hate [Hook] This is for the grinding spices Them spices that can't be nices Them spices who from the antilles Them spices who ain't so silly [Verse 2] To reiterate there is no greater fate Than to be in the inchoate state in the slate With allspice, there is no rice You'll get sliced till you ain't got no eyes And we'll steal all your ice And spice with rice Them Indians ruled the world Now we just gettin' swirled like little girls [Outro] Ah yeah Let that marinate for a bit I need that pure as sh** spice man I'm suffering I need more time You just hurt a woman and shnucka Never flipped without a brotha