Mic Check, Mic Check, one, two, four.. Ima bouta throw your beats out the door.... Everytime I hit it, she screams for more.. I know shes your mom, but I call her a whore.. You get so scared, I make you run 8 miles.. We in the court, but this aint your trial.. Before i shoot ya ass, I make a smile... And on this beat, you like my style.. Go against me, its gonna be over like 1,2,3.. Just like i said, im the commander of my fleet.. Go ahead and choke... Ima make yo ass have a fuckin heat stroke... This is a nightmare and it cant be broke... Like a fuckin frog you like to jump and croak... Xmois just said, you got fuckin smoked..