Im ridin on this mic
Like an old school MC
Kicking these rhymes
Keep it strictly cleanly
Keep ya eyes wide
If ya blink ya miss me
Ya shawty hear my lines
And she ask, "Who is he?"

Well I tell ya lil mama
I'm the rapper with the bomber
Terminate these suckas
Like I'm on the look for Sarah Connor
Pull up with the shotty on the chopper
A rapper see these shades
And he knows that he's a goner
When it comes to killin lames
My lyrics sharp as razor blades
I toss them hoes from the backseat
Chillin in the Escalade
And now we finna escalate
The situation
I spit my rhymes in every nation
When suckas hear me spew
They be havin palpetations
Bust up in ya habitation
You think you running shit?
That's a memo that I musta missed
Now watch out cause I'm punchin
Like I'm Iron Fist

How do you do?
Yo my name is Chris
I can't tie my shoes
But I can fuck your bitch
I don't sound like you
Cause I don't sound like shit
And I will never lose
Because I always win


Here I am sittin in the chair
Look around and no one else is there
I'll set up the sound and let the Alpine blare
Pull these rhymes outta the thin air
One of those nights yeah the kind where
I gotta write and lay my soul bare
Cause I been kinda dry
I cannot lie
I think I will stay out the spotlight
And keep this shit tight
Cause y'all ain't ready for me
Because this shit so clean
And it's a million C
And y'all gon need a team
Just to put out the blaze
As my steady flow amaze
Cause we startin up a craze
Like y'all haven't seen in days
Or make that years
I don't wanna smack my peers
But if I gotta hitcha ears
Then here I come so have no fear

How do you do?
Yo my name is Chris
I can't tie my shoes
But I can fuck your bitch
I don't sound like you
Cause I don't sound like shit
And I will never lose
Because I always win

Here we are again
Y'all see me inkin up my pen
Y'all best repent for all ya sins
I'm finna rip you limb from limb
Cause y'all be talking all that shit
Like I'm not listenin intent
I'm in my camp
I see ya shirt be gettin damp
I see you sweatin where you stand
Realizin I'm the fuckin man
That's why I take home the W
You look like you in trouble too
I blast you fulla holes
They gon be pluggin you
And that's just how it goes
When you fuckin with the bro
And you ain't ready for a pro
I'm finna cock the slide
And let that mothafucka go
You suckas crying in denial
And bein jealous of my style
And yackin all the while
I'm making moves and passing trials
But y'all gon sing the saddest blues
Cause I keep on surpassin you
I'm like a freight train
You best believe my stats me gettin steady gains
The more you throw that shade
The more you show me you afraid
Cause I am fueled by your rage
Go ahead
Keep fuckin with the best
You wind up dead
My homie blast a hole right through ya chest
Be ready for this fire from my head
Yeah mothafucka I'm the ghost rida
And if you fuck with me you best believe that I can find ya
And this ain't bluffin my attackers
This a word to my detractors
Fuck you (Fuck you)

And this ain't bluffin my attackers
This a word to my detractors
Fuck you (Fuck you)

How do you do?
Yo my name is Chris
I can't tie my shoes
But I can fuck your bitch
I don't sound like you
Cause I don't sound like shit
And I will never lose
Because I always win