[Verse #3] I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talking to em Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em I'm like a thug, with a little bit of 'Pac influence I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rocking to it You mother fuckers can never do it like I can do it Don't even try, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it Don't ever run your life trying to knock the truse I spit the illest shit ever, could drive me to it So tic and toc, listen as the sound ticks on the clock Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cock Listen to the sound of me spilling my heart through this pen Mother fuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again Full of controversy, until I retire my jearsey 'Til the fire inside dies and expires at 30 And Lord have mercy on anymore of these rappers that verse me And put a curse on authorities, in the face of diversity