Uh, hellonNew mixtape bitch, called Drought 3nTh-th-this was supposed to be the intro, but um..nI guess I'ma, um, um, do what y'all came here fornnRasta dem king of the junglenDreadlocks swing down me back like RapunzelnMy bread gram swing dem pack in a bundlenWe-a take your tings, sell em back to your unclenAnd we-a make it rain tell dem dancers to come throughnWe-a make it rain so you better bring a swimsuitnAlone when I came but I'm leavin with them toonGals give me brain, give me brain like templenAnd him got game, game sharp like a pencilnAnd if you want fi mash we can crash like a cymbalnLook upon me window, on me new sports coupen12 horses in the hood sittin on horse shoesnCome from the land that Jesus walked throughnSacrifice me life man I bleed for me own crewnDem no wanna rap rap with me dem no want tonMurder dem and the family dem belong tonNarcs dey dem know it run da street like dem car donYou gonna have to leave me, I dearly depart younHip Hop is mine now mine what you gon donI can jump on any nigga's song and make a part 2nPlay time for me cause see, to me they are cartoonsnHow come every joint be on point like a harpoonnHow come every bar stand strong like a barstoolnHow come every line is so raw you gon snort twonnMurder dem, man I murder demnFuck a competition, man I murder demnMurder dem, man I murder demnFuck a competition, man I murder dem