Yo, check it
This that middle school lunch time cypher
I might just step in this bitch and fuck ya life up
I hope the principal doesn't come and give me a write up
Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?

I spend a long time tryna build the buzz
Shock is in the building, cuz
Step to me up on this game, you know I will erupt
Didn't change, I'm still a nut
The girls seen my skills are up
So I be gettin' head every single night like a pillow does
When I be flow bashing
It's never old fashioned
On These hot beats when I toe tag em'
Throw dirt on me? Then guard your face and stomach
Cause I'm swinging on you like ya face cheeks had a rope hangin' from em'
I'm out my noggin I think I lost it
Putting all rappers in a coffin
I'm awesome
Bossing.
Just like a dentist bitch I'm flossing
Call rap a telephone this is my motherfucking calling!
Please don't tell me to stop bitch
I got hoes who will swallow cum snot spit
And if I fed them hot shit they would not trip
They also open up more than an a African fridge
Yeah dude you could even ask a witness
I'm like a Zoophillac the way I drill bitches
So please step back
Or I'll turn into a lumberjack and you can kiss my axe
My groupies stay horny
They always call to say "Shockin can you fly me out to MD Please pay for me"
I make that pussy pop for you like you skateboarding
Then you can come inside like a hurricane warning
I got a lot of sluts
I like to call Shockin luck
But now I feel like having sex with these chicks is not enough
I needed something new for moments when I gotta bust
So lately they been beating my dick with a pair of boxing gloves
I got the maddest rhymes
I dare yo ass deny
I'll stab you in the brain with a knife
You can keep that in mind
You talkin' shit inside yo house?
Cool, fine, fuck it
I'll break in and stomp you out inside of it
Ain't tryna be ya friend
I'll knock you out and when you wake up
I'll just be standing there with a evil grin
Like "Ha. We meet again"
I'll puncture yo skin with a crack fiend's syringe
And drill your nut sack to the seat your in
You want props? You don't deserve it, you're not ill
I won't stop 'til every rapper lurkin' has got chills
Why these niggas actin' like they certainly pop steels
When only time they carry heat is serving a hot meal
Since I was young, been on a mission to make dough
And put all my niggas on like this shit was a slave boat
So tell me why your songs sound like skittles and rainbows?
That's a dead giveaway you love and listen to lames yo
I'm sick and deranged when I'm spitting this strange flow
Stuck my dick in the game, that's the business I came for
Witness my pain grow, I don't kick it with lame folks
Simple and plain though, you gon remember my name ho, ha!