Listen, El's vicious, well wishes cause Chanel kisses
While the shellfish is being served with lobster tail dishes
For spittin sick, they askin 'is he well?'
After dinner, I stick a chick placenta then spin her like a dizzy spell
I fill your storyline with cliffhangers and plot twists
The chain was took or your Lexus died
So if I hop in the ghost, most of yall would feel possessed inside
I witnessed credit ripoffs, temporary layoffs
And more straps than lingerie cloth
Now my house is sitting where they play golf
That's a different hole in one than one from a stolen gun
That get you 3 strikes if you aint bowling none
You in the past, don't make me turn you into black history
Then lack mystery, it's wack dissin me
My nuts is too big, like both rappers that back Mr. Cee
This nikka ought to be ashamed of himself.