My beats are slammin...
My beats are slammin from the rugged programming
My man Bob Marley hey my man Im Jammin
You could never touch the stamina, while Im rammin the
Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah
Other MCs got flipped with the ease
Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please
No, cause Im a PRO, rap to the conVO
Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW
Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm
Rhymes too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
Boom! Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger
So you betta run for covah!
Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass
A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!
Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live
MC gonna live God? No, the nigga die
The max-imum of MCs are populating
The min-imum of those MCs are dominating
Now all and together now, to what what who?
Rhymes come stinky like a girls poo-poo
Hippa to da hoppa and you just dont stoppa
Ahh shit, here I go once again
Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend
I come old like toe fungus mold
Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul
Then I came with that old Al Green shit
Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc
I get you blurry in your eye with a high note
Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked
The shit Im droppin is stinkin up your area
When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier
I keep my breath smellin like shit so I can get
FUNKY, baby Im not havin it
Help master!
Dragon-fist!
Horse-fist!
Bastard, I didnt know who you were
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