I’m running, running through the jungle
Running like a slave through the underground tunnel
Told y'all ****** better get these bitches
Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches
I am lyrical intrusion
You bitches can’t see me like I’m really an illusion
I hop up on your face and do my mother****ing two-step
Till I knock the meat out like a mother****ing toothpick
Uh, I’m nasty *****, like Nas, like Kim, like Cassie pictures
Like I’m ****ing Chris Stokes or that Raz-B *****
Or the skin on the feet of a ashy *****
I am whatever they say I am
Bumping like the asses on them thick bitches at Stadium
**** them other bitches I sound better in the place of them
I killed this ****, this the mother****ing requiem
