Live and direct from Sacramento

Stab them with a pencil after macking on a bimbo

Kidnap them in a limo

Blast the instrumental without cracking a window

Puff the whole bag yeah we never leave a little left over

With the west coast doja

Make magic on the mic after packing up the pipe

See beyond black and white

Put up your flag don't want to fight

I been shooting craps my life and luck number seven

You must be going to heaven or hell

Die

Look man I ain't got time to write rhymes

Super motherfucking Bru is only here to fight crimes

And don't wear a cape to paint a mask on my face

If this my theme music Mr. Dent add the bass

Can of mace on the keychain flashlight on the belt

You know how many bad guys these knuckles felt

I shove a mic down your throat and use the cord as a lasso

The next villain on my shitlist be MC Asshole

The castle's the capital aka crack your clavicle

Snatch your soul

I'm nasty like Tobasco flavored tobacco

Shake the keg break your leg while you fake dead

I'll blaze with dreds bake your head then I'll take your bread

Your chain was read then I stole your gold and platinums

Spitting's a nasty habit but with the mack you blasting

You know what happens to the bullets

I'm so fast I catch them

Throw them back at you bastards

Your back'll be like Baptists

So holy catch a blow to your goatee like a goalie

No one knows me so I approach a mic slowly

I'm not on some okie dokie

I'm known to light the stogie

Low key I know these dudes who bruise bodies

Instead of poetry use shottys to move parties like that

Spitball like

Everybody in this motherfucker will get touched

For this mic to get clutched we can't lie it's a must

A gust of wind we send your world ends

It's a fact we only rap to snatch your girlfriends

Back over bad actors with a fat tractor like

What's the matter

Meat hacker bush-wacker wiley cracker wascally wabbit

Bad habit leave my sugar out the daiquiri

Real name is Zachary

Oldest in the family

Pity the poor punk that has to play after me

That's how it has to be

Girls make a pass at me

Sometimes tit sounds sweet sometimes they asking me nastily

Hastily waste a G softer than pastry

Competitors still don't know quite what to make of me

Take pees in public

Loving life f*ck it

I'm having fun until I f*****g kick the bucket

If you got a bill tuck it in my pants because I'm dancing

Never pay for sex I'm freelancing

De-pantsing dames got to slow down slick

Forgot the foreplay

Fuck Tenzig Norgay

Tossing back a forty

Spooning in the sorbet

Always eating gourmet

Shouting at a shorty

Straight shitting on kitten emcees

Getting emcees like gremlins

Slitting emcees gutting emcees they trembling

Emcees bitten by me become bitches

Close come off hoes like my shows without hitches

Fuck riches I got a collarbone collection

Single of the month in f*****g Hip Hop Connection

Racket Mag Maximum Ink I make you think

Rap's on his way home he just stopped off for a drink

Chopped off your fingers cooked up them up like sausage links

Leave you speechless now you can only communicate with blinks

Everybody in this motherfucker will get touched

For this mic to get clutched we can't lie it's a must

A gust of wind we send your world ends

It's a fact we only rap to snatch your girlfriends