My beats are slammin

My beats are slammin from the rugged programming

My man Bob Marley hey my m**I'm Jammin

You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the

Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah

Other MC's got flipped with the ease

Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please

No, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO

Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW

Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm

Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb

Boom! Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger

So you betta run for covah!

Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass

A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!

Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live

MC gonna live God? No, the n**a die

The max-imum of MC's are populating

The min-imum of those MC's are dominating

Now all and together now, to what what who?

Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo

Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa Two:

Ahh s**t, here I go once again

Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend

I come old like toe fungus mold

Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul

Then I came with that old Al Green s**t

Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc

I get you blurry in your eye with a high note

Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked

The s**t I'm droppin is stinkin up your area

When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier

I keep my breath smellin like s**t so I can get

FUNKY, baby I'm not havin it

Help master! *battle ensues*

Dragon-fist!

Horse-fist!

Bastard, I didn't know who you were