(Jesus)Yeah, yeah, hell yeahYeah, yeah, hell yeahYeah, yeah, hell yeahYeah, yeah, hellFroze over, when you thought you could hold YodaWith flows older than the first sold cold sodaGrow more for my bros those rojo soldiersThem cincos are at it again, blow dojaI am like Iron Mike, back in the dayMy rhyming's iron height, defiant flightTry and bite, like a razor in a candy appleA taser in a jammy, tackledBy a neighbor with the family shacklesLaboring a man he's gaffledI get angry, I sip bombs (chea!) on your rich lawnI was brought up Muslim and ChristianI been studying Chrislam (chea!)That's not a thing so I place this JohnIn your chicks palmGive her something beautiful to kiss onTill I spit one to her lip balm (chea!)I've been rhyming since Reagan in politicsPolished it then got a big wallet where all of my dollars sitTo the wall is split, then I gotta sick the casa, your god existsCause a lot of chicks holler "Mr. Chopper you're hot as shit"They say I'm the best at what I doAfter me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'So I tell them all to put that on somethin'Sriracha, I put that on everythingSriracha, I put that on everythingSriracha, I put that on everythingSriracha, I put that on everythingYeah, I guess I'm supposed to come with that fast flowWoo! I guess I'm supposed to come with that gas flowBut no, I'ma just spit it, I'ma get it goodWish you would tell me what I should doI don't know, hit the doorUh, yeah, feel like I been here beforeMaybe I have but I can't fuck with itHit 'em with a semiautomatic, watch 'em duck with itSpeaking on lyrical abilityEveryone in my vicinity blowing they mind like KennedyI got no love for the enemy, somebody tell me the remedyI'm like what's good, been fineTell me what's on your mind, rewind this shitMy message is beyond this shitI put that on everything, I'm just being honest, shitSo what's up, hold upTech I'm sorry for the hold up but I been on the roadShould have had this verse to your ass a long time agoWhen I put that on everything, I ain't had a minute to myselfBut I been living like I ain't finna see tomorrowI ain't focused on no wealthI been living good, I been feeling finePass the sriracha, I put that shit on all of mineBusting like Columbine combined with a terrorist's mindThat's been confined in four walls for some timeThey say I'm the best at what I doAfter me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'So I tell them all to put that on somethin'Sriracha, I put that on everythingSriracha, I put that on everythingSriracha, I put that on everythingSriracha, I put that on everythingSriracha, the flavor popperWe gotcha, even haters jock usThese choppers invade the knockers then blockerDisintegrating every chakra eager to off yaYou can bet that we doin' it properWhen I put the bullets in a fully with a hoodieAin't nobody gonna stop usAin't nobody gonna stop us, nobody gon' top usWe leave 'em with no option, leave 'em with no conscienceLeave 'em with no oxygen, leave 'em with no problemAnd even though I could see what they watchin'TV with a DVD, I can repeatWhen I see these street shockin'Easy, if it need be then I just eat beatsAnd I'm Eazy-E, ComptonI eat meat like I'm EBT shoppingCredit Card Max, bend the bars backFuck your hoe, get brain and all thatRun in your house and bring your whore backSever your face and dead the doormatWho got the keys to the rented CorvetteCan't catch me, I'm the man in all blackI been a nice chap since Catman on crackFuck that, I been nice way before thatCan't ignore that, you can try thoughBut you gon' end up next to DidoI'm that pen that wrote the BibleI'm on your skin like vitiligoSing for the moment, I hit the high noteSomeone please let Elton John knowTell the lieutenant I'm Hect CamachoWith a Catholic priest and the PentecostalWhy you niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, gettidy get in the backWith a umbilical patch, jump in the middle of the trackNone of y'all niggas can act so y'all niggas are packedCome and get it again, fuckin' a bitch in the whipGive me your moment to fall, I'm gonna fit in the carI can do better than yours, I can be ready to brawlI can be shattered and all, nobody want to be hardBetter be ready for war, tell me who ready for moreJoynerThey say I'm the best at what I doAfter me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'So I tell them all to put that on somethin'Sriracha, I put that on everythingSriracha, I put that on everythingSriracha, I put that on everythingSriracha, I put that on everything
