Killa On Tha Beat

(I mean at this point, ain’t none of these industry cats fucking with the pen game
Ya dig?
It’s Pimpton, let’s go
Yea)

Killa on the beat, I got killaz in the street/
It’s the Queen city King, hide the bodies in the creek/
Mr big wang, dang a lang, reefer rolled in keef/
Zim zimma, blowing on that zim zim zala beam/
Money money money tree, she got pop it for a P/
Left cheek, right cheek, booty jumping like a flea/
She don’t need to cook chicken, if the bitch can roll weed/
I’ma frolic in her field, like an old plains Cree/
8-20-90, here come the almighty/
Don Pom-Pom blowing bomb, always on on/
Bong fulla strong, chop more trees than Paul Bunyan/
Before Amazon, who had them packs on your front lawn/
On God what they really want, what you really want/
They put killa on the track, it’s gon be an onslaught/
Still icing these niggas, I ain’t talking fondant/
Dats a bet hoe, Joe’s flowers won’t be Budden/
I’m a vet bro, wonder how I do this no sweat yo/
Adopt a bitch please, that ain’t my hoe, that’s my step hoe/
Once ago, birthed a hoe, but had to cut her loose/
Heard she still out there turning more tricks than Gob Bluth/
I go Zeus in the booth, hotter than a mink suit/
Stay cooped in the booth, gas residues, crude through the roof/
Cash revenue, money tree, Groot through the roof/
Big goat, don’t make me make you kiss my hoof with your tooth/
Tie your goose to your goose, now your geese/
Boy I’m dishing out heat, like a Venezuelan chef in a fleece/
Smoking great white shark, like a chef on the beach/
Bad bitch on my hip, she play fetch on a leash/
My style is like a breath of fresh grease/
Yea I know, every line go dope, like the funk in my leaf/
That’s why er’y time I stroke, the pussy beatbox and qweef/
Bet your dime gon soak in my spunk if I beat/
Yeesh, I disperse like a seed/
Can’t stop for Pete’s sake, made roadkill outta Pete/
Knot thick like cheese cake, talking cheese like a Brie/
Killa sell it if he tell it, every verse costs a fee/
Yee, get cream like a house nigga feet/
New casa, who's casa, can't su casa me/
I'm the whooblackin dude stacking paper like a tree/
I just catch a thoroughbred and I break her like a Breach/
Drip hotter than a tea, yea I pop out like knee/
Big poppa get her open, now she open like the sea/
Got this mind provoking dope I'm smoking, smoking out your niche/
Suckka tried to hit my blunt, but it knocked him out his teeth/
I'ma beast, if tell her drop it low she kapeesh/
If I tell the plug I'm ready for the load he can't sleep/
If you niggas playing pussy, bet ya dog I'ma eat/
Yea i smoked the whole joint, mayne iss killa on the beat/

(You already know
Need I say more)