First Recorded Rap (2004) lyrics

(My boy Anilyst is about to spit a little something for ya’ll)
Yeah Anilyst ha listen
(Kill this beat for me homie)
Oh fo’ sho’

[Verse]:
Yo, I’m a bad man
I move more quick than batman
And never throw fits, I’m slappin’ b*tches with my backhand
I’m back fam
And I'm knowing that these cats can’t stand
The fact that after a few tracks, I’m blowin’ like in Afghan
I heard your track man
I ain’t feelin’ none of your bash fam
Take Brendan's advice and throw your raps in a trashcan
I sh*t real
I’m always keeping the clip filled
Using it on any hater who can’t keep his lips sealed
So sit still
Just focus and watch your b*tch kneel
Down on her knees suckin’ my di*k till her lips peel
Come here and let me touch you
b*tch it ain’t no big deal, I ain’t tryna f*ck you
I just wanna see how tits feel
I spit ill
[?] my body, I sh*t skills
Bustin’ on anybody who can’t keep the sh*t real
Cause too many of these cats front when they rap son
I’m frontin’ with .45’s, they frontin’ with cap guns
I’m past sick
Every bar I spit is classic
Killing all your verses, dropping them in lyrical caskets
Match this nobody can, I spark heat like matches
And never date girls my age since R Kelly f*cked my last b*tch
So I’m flowin’ the dap
I’m slowin’ the rap
It’s like I got this bomb on my back
I’m blowin’ the map, I’m over your stats
I’m sentenced to death in cremation
And replacin’ this free nation with Free Mason
So keep your clip tucked
Loaded and clipped up
And ready for b*tches who have motives to mix up your life
Watch your motherf*ckin’ back while aimed up
With your tow tag in a body bag and zipped up