Business

You 'bout to witness with shit,

get lifted and hit this ceiling fan,

flicks shit at the meals and pans and it spins quick,

this sick shit, the explicit he elicts, exhibits,

flow so liquid it is the elixir for fishes,

lyrics about inflicting with bitches spearheads,

critics can zip lips or lick dick, don't ask why,

don't even sigh, nor even sly whispers,

Tim's Writ it hits you Dim Wits, let you R.I.P like a clit if I'm fisting it,

Sitting on the fence - no wonder you like to Picket //pickatshit shit,

spiritual lyrical miracles like I Scripted it,

I'm faded in my tinted Lim,

Mad about that bitch, I'm Livid then,

Let the chainsaw blades spin again,

Let the click of the links ring again,

I'm doing donuts in this whip like Cinnamon,

My insolence the instrument I use to sing to them,

I woo the women in, I choose the ginger bred,

Her pussy shaved like the poofy face of Zimmerman,

If I vent, more Incidents are Imminent,

like friction in twitching filaments,

I take 6s pills plus vitamins, no spitting them,

Evident that Sentiments Irrelevant,

As Temperaments when I'm hell a bent,

I'm only better than - you - for your Betterment,

I'm just laying the foundation - like a Settlement,

My package bigger than the Letterman's,

Money talks - mine speaks of Eloquence,

I'm white but my mind's black - I question the relevance of Melanin,

I question whether I need be a gentlemen,

When I've got chips like the Kettle brand,