whats up mista fatman senior,
im the head soja aint no body greener,
im a fuckin renegade you better get some aid
and i aint talking brook to get laid,
your a bitch and underpaid,
bitch you think you go hard
ill flip you like a go kart,
go ahead and flo start if you think u so smart,
and ill leave you toasted like a pop tart,
bitch you must be buzzin cuz that wasnt my cuzzin at all,
we aint in arkansas ill have you shiftin from hot to cold like spring and fall,
teach you how to ball,
you just a bitch wit titty's garentee you aint wanna brawl
keep that camo in my back pocket packed and wrapped,
bitch ill hit you with the socket,
like a stolen wallet ill leave you out of pocket.
and ill still get in your house even if you lock it,
and my raps will still be good even if you knock it.
you know i got them tall wraps,
put your crew against me,
they'll be cumin back with theyr skull cracked,
me grippin on the pistol,
hit you while im world wide,
flying like a missle,
chew you like some grissle,
bitch u'll get a fist full,
untill the reffere blows the wistle
still underpaid moving like a giant,
locked up cuffs on my back and im still not complient,
i got raps,
fatman is my client,
he dont do rap i just sit back and write it,
