I'm your Testarosa. First gear

Watch me go, keep 'em in fear

Rumble, young man rumble

Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble

Gaskets crank, rappers get spank

Stripes get yank, a superior rank

Won't stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar

But I'm rolling, the cartel's tolling

For the D's keep folding

Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb

By the jet black blur

Me, the Testarosa running like it suppose ta

Don't try to get closer

Cause you might get lost in the dual exhaust

Don't ever try to fuck wit' a boss

High octane there ain't no ping

When I swing on a lyrical speed king

And that's just first gear, listen for the upshift

Who can get wit' this

I'm your testarosa



Second gear, look it here queer

I'm in here, hitting like spears

The rhyme cartel slings legalized dope

Some cope, others get (gunshot noises)

Lost on the boss, it's finish is flawless

12 cylinders listen to the horses

It accelerates smooth

Move or else get move

Run for cover my brother, suckers are getting smothered

I ?cutted? you other ?smutters? rammed in the gutter

My rep is kept, muthafukas must step

The best get swept and let out to rest

Huuuu, look at that air intake

Second gear, passing fakes

Revolution per lyric get higher

How can I chill when my rhyme's on fire

As I approach the end of my tach

My lyrical horse power blows to the max

Red line is reached to the peak of my speech

And I told ya, I'm your Testarosa

Testarosa



Gear number three, get off the clutch and don't let 'em up

Keep 'em all down on these young bucks

Let 'em know big boss is just a bit quicker

Get the picture

Ba