D.L.F - Pf Cuttin, Sean Price

Ungodly, a main heathen

The lead to the ham n egger, Bobby the Brain Heenan

Dead you and your man endeavors robbery brain’s beat in

Remember me, P, Sean is the main reason

Cross my heart, hope to die

Smoke a guy, coroner will bow your tie

Looking like the Nation of Islam

I’m crooked, slice your face to a jigsaw

Zip up your lip paw

Understand Sean is the shit paw

El Duque, Tuesday with a zip car

The best rapper you never heard about

But the word is out that Sean is about to turn it out

Shooting bars is the plan

Or sellling some coke to folks, superstar Billy Graham

P, nobody can rap better

The black leather goose down, pound in the black sweater

Pardon my cockiness, hotter than the obvious

I ain’t got to say too much, leave it to my lobbyist

I want pieces of everything like a Communist

I will never stop 'til I reach my fucking accomplishments

I’m cool like I’m hot food with the condiments

Niggas' baby mommas want Monday in they esophagus

You ain’t got to give me my propers for all my properness

The populace feel me regardless if I’m anonymous

A powerful pusher, my paragraphs prowess

Pack punches harder than pistols and paralyze cowards

Foul marijuana be the loudest

Defcon the page in a rage 'til I crumble the freedom towers

Head up in the clouds, feet up in the lawn chair

Feeling like a king and I don’t see no Lebrons here

Peezy you know there’s nothing you know to compare

Bad man bully you fully don’t want a wrong here

I hear you square niggas fucking around, I got around

But the only ring is a ding coming off the pound

I’m on point like syringes for the digits

Open and shut case, a snitch is the hinges

Yeah, bar gator devour haters

Cause all you weak-hearted and look at your pace maker

Water based, see through 'em like women lace

Pick a pace, I run through 'em like Castle burgers and shakes

Good feel, raw lines like fish scale

Out of control on the track, I fish tail

Catch me on some 'Lo shit, I get fly

But if I’m calling you out on your shit don’t get fly

Whenever I drew it was noble like Ali

Don’t get your head twisted thinking everything is irie

Yeah, they feeding into the hype

Cause NY Radioshack stereotypes, ya faggots

I’m a drug dealer’s nightmare

Pick up my coke weighing fish scale

Million dollar wrist wear when I spit it, it skip gears

High like the death chair, you die with your nurse here

Shit, I’m off the ropes, call me Ric Flair

Your bitch mouth, use it as a day care

This my park, can’t play here

Your talking real loud now that jake’s here

This shit on my hip’ll lay a lion down and a bear

Facts

This is beautiful, what is that, velvet?