Tom Thum

[Verse 1]

I got a big head and a fat ego

I got the starving and hungry poverty superiority flow

My pistol is old school class, I'm peeling your ass fast

Yo, I'm uncontrollably gifted, I totally ripped it

I'm vocally vicious

Naming the best ever, I'm supposed to be listed

Even if I'm emotionally and overly twisted and socially timid

And every chick had left with a broken ovary when I hit it

The fans follow me like disciples, I'm Charlie Heston

Not the Moses version, I'm the gun toting version with the rifles

Don't let them crabs gash you

When I'm jacking a rapper and ripping the jacket and patching your ass and using a machete to smash you

I'll rob anyone, anywhere, under the jacket, the flame up

Pull the gun out at your wedding while your grandma do the macarana

All these feminine rappers wanna see me dead and buried

Too many rappers is drag-queened out; Tyler Perry

Sick of the similar imitating

I did it already to pitifully [?]

The bigger the better, debate 'em

You biting what I'm spitting, you already verbatim

I don't need to breathe when I rap, I got gills, **** lungs

I'm like a superhero out of the [?] of the slums

Come on

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Checking up for the night at the crib with a B-movie actress

Shocking next to the bed and the watered cash under the mattress

As a kid I wasn't into theatrics

After school my daddy used to teach me combative Green Beret tactics

I ain't into the tight jeans

I'm into bar brawls, brass knuckles, and bloody fight scenes.Annotate