Uh, it's hard catchin' these old rhymes

I cant' remember these old rhymes

It's hard catchin' these old rhymes



[Kalage]

Shit we comin' after the whack rappers

Studio gat-clappers slash jackers

Them braggin' back-stabbin' non-rappin' autographers

And I'm backed up like brake lights don't beep me

That's some shit you ain't gon' see like a punch in a snake fight

Or a preacher that play dice

It's another level bitch

And I'm sick of rappers braggin' bout they diamond bezelled wrists

My ice this, my ice that

I bet I'll melt yo shit

Cause Shawn J come hotter than the Devil's dick

Couldn't beat me if I was yo dick

We were in the movies

Watchin' porn flicks in 3D

And you were PeeWee

I don't blow shit out of proportion

I'll stuff you in yo mama's stomach

Rap her then make her have an abortion

The Vince Carter of rap Shawn tall and brown skinned

Dunkin' dick in yo bitch with my arm in her rib

Keep yo hoe I chase dough

Burnin' rappers till sun-up

And jackin' off layin' on my back tryin' to come up

To get grip

Shawn slick with bricks for chips

I flip one-fifth of a brick

Nicks go for 6

Tug a four-fifth with more clips than 6 twits

I don't sniff but I spit

Catch a whiff nit-wit

Slick 6 style switch

Like a whip stick shift

I stole rap like the grinch stole Christmas

My clique pissed tryin' to hit licks to get grip

Tryin' to make more bread than Bisquick Biscuits

This misfit pissed cause I hit his chick

He mad cause I'm Indiana like Rik Smits

But he don't know I'm underground like the Ninja Turtle

He wanna fight but he type that