Billy, Grim, and Mandy

yes, you know my flow game is sick

rhythms are crazy, they’ll leaved you twisted like a rubix

this ain’t a cube nor is it aerobics

dancing, yoga

watch i take these children to school as i send them packing

with their books and homework

hear me speak, listen to my word

as i’m a person you should pay attention to whenever he talks

like a bunch of pencils, i stay on point

these amateurs are number two

once they get into a battle with me

i’m slim built, but due to my tactics

they call me Shady for some reason

i ain’t a white rapper tho’

black as tar damn near but i’m handsome

i ain’t gotta take you back to the 1800s to spit this

eighteen dat’ i been spitting since i was eighteen years old

i come off the top like a hairline

too bad these dudes in the game you hear now need shapeups

so ship out before you start working part-time at UPS, sorting packages

like a boxer, bitch i pack punches for every line that i spit

sorry, but you not ready to duel with God just yet

you may be a king, but why be that when you can get on the same level as me, brethren?

you can find me anywhere

i ain’t that hard to spot

especially at night, on the corner

where all these street lights are busted

don’t be appalled by my content, you should love it

i may suck at getting girls, but i can outwrite and outspit each one i got rejected by

whose shawty want dha’ smoke?

lemme kno’ now