My shyt is tight, if not the damn tightest
My stats stay bubblin' how Pepsi and Sprite is
I make a bytch jealous to the point she wanna slice this
I fukk a nikka head up like the ex-girl turned dyke bytch
The nicest, on one like unicyclists
With p*ssy running deeper than stab wounds from ice-picks
Now where you bout to take it? Baby I done took it
Some more Digga Digga... shyt man, look in here
Folks are spittin rhymes unruly
MC's for real might catch a hock-ptooie
Cause all that blasé blah ain't hittin
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what!