[Verse 1: NickCa$h]
Yeah, I think I was meant for this
I got them turning heads like the mother f**ing Exorcist
Freestyle, Freestyle, what the f** is penmanship?
I don't write bars so I can't end the sentence b**h
My flow is murder, you should call forensics in
I be k**ing any rapper I don't need no pad or pen
All I needs my f**ing voice and it make your girl's p**y moist
And you really need to listen, cause' you don't have a f**ing choice
I'm good, you're not
No sh** Sherlock
Oh my god how I f**ing make these words drop
Talking all that sh** and get your f**ing a** curb stomped
And I'm so f**ing high that I think I'm in a good spot
Your girl gave me good top, best head that I've ever had
Is that why you're sitting there looking all f**ing mad?
f**ing f*g, see I paint a picture vivid for your a**
NickCa$h that's the name
All I spit is f**ing game
If I hit it once I bet your girl will never be the same
He's alright, he's okay, no he's not, he's deranged
My flow is so retarded like the sh** don't even have a brain
First verse, be the slain, smoke it like some Mary Jane
Break it down, roll it up, light it up I told your s*ut
Spit game potent, how you think it's holding up?
Young so I'm going buck, dumb I don't give a f**
And if I use my tongue I bet the girl will be going up
See I do this, y'all stay stupid and every rap I make is a f**ing improvement
Engineer in the booth, all I need is my tool kit
And if your girl is at my house all need is the cool whip
See I can smell that you're on some bullsh**
And when it comes to rap I'll be loaded with a full clip
See I'm a f**ing man, y'all be on that girl sh**
So I guess I'ma rap until the motherf**ing world ends