*Speaking*
Uh, yo, yo check that motherfucker out yo,
Yo, yo yo yo yo, yo check that motherfucker out yo,
Uh, Yo, yo check that motherfucker out yo,
Uh, yeah, uh..

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo check that motherfucker out yo,
Whitey must got some clout,
that honkey make me want to shout, yo.
No doubt. Blow out your crowns
Whole crowd, be sold out, what you ˜bout, ho.
He aint about shit, you aint allowed,
Get out my house, bitch, don't act like you doubt Vish.
How's this? Y'all better be quiet as mouses.
They round to arouse this, y'all die by the thousands.
Thou shall vouch the foul child
When I bust (??)
I know you love it so let me give you a little more,
Hittin' it raw, I spit it and pause,
and then I come back for a little bit more,
leaving you sore like you just went through a bit of divorce.
I tried to warn you but consider the source,
I'm a guy that'll leave your trash can littered with porns
Look at you bitches, what you shit in your draws?
Fuckin' snakes, my spit is just as acidic as yours.
Didn't you know? get at you low?(??)
Lit up the droh,
Vish ate all your shit wit' his demo.

(Hook)
Better keep my name out yo' mouth, you don't know me.
So what you bitches wantin' from me?
(Don't wanna see me, no you don't wanna know)
Better keep my name out yo' mouth, you don't know me.
So what you bitches wantin' from me?
(Don't wanna see me, no you don't wanna know)

[Verse 2]
I'm a, skinny motherfucker, thin as a rail
And I'm, from the city and I'm pretty and pale.
Recognize a real don when you see one,
or you will get peed on then it's œbe gone.?
Bzzzz Like Chris Tucker you dicksucker,
you must be mixed up or was thinking that you just lucky.
You just must be shitty, sucky, plus rusty,
you can't touch me, you're too dusty, just trust me.
So don't even try, yo I'm so freakin' high,
that's how I stand on my plane, don't leave the sky.
Spit Vish, but just call me the bastard ho,
blast at you dog, cuz they're all gonna laugh at you.
Yea, that's what they'll say. Don't make me blaze you.
You can't fade me, you the late great, dude.
Don't make me degrade, discombobulate you.
Your momma's'll hate when I annihilate you.
You ain't even half of the man I used to be,
and that's bad cuz now I really abuse the weed.
You shall see, how the moves shall be,
introducin' me, enjoy the music, please.

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
New, you'll be getting loose.
Came outta the blue, he was never introduced.
True, you never had a clue,
but I was always right there, underneath the view.
Spit Vishiss, Mr. Vish bitches,
get the gist this shit ain't just fictitious.
Slash tracks, I'm jack the ripper,
talk trash, I'll smack the bitch up.

*Singing*
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson
Please do not squeal
I never meant to let them hear your cries
Now I'm in this jail to fry

*rapping*
I kill Bonita (?) have a bum softly,
Bitch get off me, you're too bossy
and surely to damn costly.
I'm taking over as the fall of the guest list,
Fuckin' attitude, call it a death wish.

[Hook]

[Outro]
Ah, Spit Vish, taking this shit over. It's over.
It's my time now. Uh, yeah, uh.
Fellas, don't want it? Then lower your voice then.
Bitches, talk shit and I'm smacking your boyfriend.
Ha Ha. That's the way it goes, where I'm from.