Who I Think I Am

I’ll cut @#$% up and don’t think I can’t

You really know Who the @#$% I think I am

I could build all night under a street light man

You wanna come see who I think I am

Sneak up on ya like pink eye can

Listen to your @#$% how a G might stand

Any attempts to try and sink my plans

You’ll witness Who the @#$% I Think I am

 

Verse 1:

 

I say what I want if the beat likes jam

Add peanut butter and bread to feed my fans

As a kid growin up to a television set

It’s been hell ever since, plus heaven wants a check

When Sylvester Stallone was ridin as Rambo

I cammoed my zone had ammo in a man hole

helped new teams rise & build cream

threw gas on fire just to grill beans

I'm helpin the scene meltin jelly beans

I @#$%*^ build anything Imma weldin machine

Turf soldier, skater, known to work a rager

where ever I roam flip on a on circuit breaker

got a bunch of ryhmes that can cater any hater

Shots, punches, rifles, tasers and razors

Drop it up and down I’m ridin my scissor lift

I wanna rockin this @#$%* like a twisted sister hit

 

Hook:

 

I’ll cut @#$% up and don’t think I can’t

You really know Who the @#$% I think I am

I could build all night under a street light man

You wanna come see who I think I am

Sneak up on ya like pink eye can

Listen to your @#$% how a G might stand

Any attempts to try and sink my plans

You’ll witness Who the @#$% I Think I am

 

Verse 2:

 

Catch me smashin a sledge or killin a brisket

Have my chickens hatchin eggs & grillin some biscuits

If a chick wants to gimmie lip, I tell her quit it

Act like a chipmunk, nut up and go git it

I’m navigatin interstates for dinner on a plate

Sick of waitin on cake, that ain’t ready to bake

Do what I want to do like Devin the Dude

Flood the streets, then crank up my Evenrude.

Sportin Dyse one art & Dyse one shorts

Im Spice one, Scarface, Tupac and Too Short

Cube, Ice-T, Eminem ‘s who I route for

Winnin to loose more, lettin the fuse scortch

If my eyes are mad & I’m ridin bad

I’ll be slidin fast, drivin ag in a slab

Prepared for bad like airbags

I don’t care @#$, don’t ever stare mad at my pad

I’m bad as a billy goat beatin a Ram

You wanna come see who I think I am

 

Hook:

 

I’ll cut @#$% up and don’t think I can’t

You really know Who the @#$% I think I am

I could build all night under a street light man

You wanna come see who I think I am

Sneak up on ya like pink eye can

Listen to your @#$% how a G might stand

Any attempts to try and sink my plans

You’ll witness Who the @#$% I Think I am

 

Verse 3:

 

Look man, you don’t wanna sink in sand

I suggest ya lean back & go and seek a plan

If you cop an attitude, better putcher anger back

Before I get pumped up like a Bushranger Jack

Talk baloni bro I’m lettin the homies know

Your zony flow, it’s a Dog and Pony Show

I git gravy meals that pays for real

And train everyday still like a Navy Seal

It’s like shootin fish in barrel with an arrow 

Doin how I do it it’s funny as Will Ferrell

Crunch rhymes cuttin up punchlines

At lunch time @#$%^%$# git punch & wine

Munch and grind it’s what they want in life

Gittin all wound up for a way to unwind

@#$% with me man I’m bringin heat to the jam

You’ll finally git to meet who I think I am

 

Hook:

 

I’ll cut @#$% up and don’t think I can’t

You really know Who the @#$% I think I am

I could build all night under a street light man

You wanna come see who I think I am

Sneak up on ya like pink eye can

Listen to your @#$% how a G might stand

Any attempts to try and sink my plans

You’ll witness Who the @#$% I Think I am