STFU Part 2 - Sean Price

All I do is rap and rhyme

I don’t know today’s math, don’t keep track of time

Universal beat down, beat down your universe

Sean P AKA you the worst

The best rapper, the worst rapper

The sket clapper, the purse snatcher

The neck snapper, the Earth slapper

This your man Sean

The opposite of a fucking Duran Duran song

That nigga soft with the wack shit

My raps slap the Earth off of its axis

You dealing with a motherfucking boss, you bastard

Niggas die when I’m raising my voice a ratchet

Motherfucker, do you

'Fore a fan catch it, smacked posted on YouTube

P, I spray the gat at your ride

Sean Price the greatest rapper alive

Shut the fuck up

The first verse uno, second verse dos

First verse is bueno, the next one is boss

Back when Milk was chilling

My man smoked a bag of dust and killed his children

No fucking around, no Wilt the stilting

Niggas that’s off balance gets killed for tilting

I bang burners at bitches that’s built for building

Cover your Ralph Tresvant, quilt your feelings

Too hot, take off the hot sweater

Expose a lot of chedder, get popped with a hot Beretta

African boss Mandela

Idi Amin when smoking the ya mean

Clutching the pound

Then I start waving my arms and fucking around

Niggas stop playing with Sean, listen

I spit prison imam bars

That’ll put you in a ER, pa

Shut the fuck up