stumblin mumblin straight from the gutta
but i get lucky and spread girls like butta
all i gotta do is mutta an i am numba...1
competitions done you didnt even feel the brunt
full force an i burn like a blow torch
drink some vodka light it up, an spit at you from my porch
chase you like a stalker or a.. sick pedophile
bite like a lion, with tht sneaky creepy smile
im out for the blood,.. like if i was a blood
but i come outta the grave like a crypt,.. an bury you in the mud
an your heart goes ba bump ba bump.. like when you fall in love
or when the preggy tests pos an.. now you stomachs gotta bump
or the last catch of breathe when.. you studda start to stumble
but you duck an dodge, instead crack an crumble,
thts how i come back, im like eli never fumble,
not like brady, gettin sacked i am the face just see my grin
just check my grind,
i am the new face of music,
an i need tht mind..
set, so dont forget or let me outta your head like you let the rest
check it im fresh.