Yeah, I'm comin' at niggas every week now Every seven days, nigga, I'm droppin' fireHip-hop weekly, ha-ha Crooked Ox, C.O.B. is the movementCircle of bosses I'm on the left coast, manYeah, you niggas know This is a letter to my true fansTake the letter N off the end of fan Add a M, yeah, you my true famI ain't never needed a new stan Just a new stan to understand the dudes the truth canKiss a wrecked executive's ass, I can't do They wanna rape you before they baby ape youI'm clappin' my hands, pussy rapper well done They bent you over, made you spell runNow that's some deep * I'm on some G-*Like gettin' your peep-sit Not givin' the * the least bitMy trigger click, lick your T-split Quick as E-Swift, sip the liquorThat's how quick a nigga can beNiggas eat spit, I'm rap terror I'm eatin' niggas' insidesHeart dark as the mascara Surrounding Prince I'sY'all small french fries, inch size This brother Lynch, guysYou'll be dead way before the stench dies I'm a way better swingerLike I was trained by Mayweather Sr. Crooked, they ain't never seen yaGray leather seats in them Medina *, that straight cheddar bringerStill thuggin' wave middle fingers Boss Radames, this year I'm droppin' boss,I promise Haters, yeah, I came across your commentsWhile I was lost off in the Bahamas With a off-the-cuff, I'm a boss, I promiseSome little mama, like Buffy, peelin' off pajamasPussy so good, I threw her some cheese, son Dick was even better, so she gave me a refundSpeakin' of dick, I'm thinkin' you pricks can eat oneAnd don't bry mine when that summer heat comes They say the truth shall come to the lightI guess the spotlight is on me when I'm clutchin' a micClutchin' it like chrome pipes Not the kind you find under a bikeThe kind that makes swines run for your life All you best rappers alive, you make a niggalaugh Till I cry, put the cash up, dance with theeye You could be the best rapper alive afterI die Then I come back twice, rappin' with the passionof Christ Married to the streets, made a sign of prenupTakin' my paper to the grave, bury me G'd upLBC'd up, yeah, see your beat up So far ahead of you meth heads, you betterspeed up Niggas pop pills, gettin' eat upMe, I'm addicted to Lannesta, cause I do it in my sleepWhat?Boss!See you next week