YES...I NOW PRESENT TO YOU...THE A MILLI KING.....THIS IS....KING GOOBER...KC....GOOBY F BABY......GETTING SICK....EPISODE....SEVEN......DIG....NOW SAY DUG...

gooby baby getting sicker and sicker by the seconds
minutes hours because of all these niggas that i devour
man i take a blood shower, come out fresher than flower
garden, roses pockets full posies petals, to the metal
i go harder then you strap heap, more rover than your land jeep
im on my c-c-c-c-casper shit so you fuckers you cant see me
cause im a go get it like its standing still for the taking
im on that high speed chasing, pursuing and you cant shake me
they say im bruce willis because i live free or die hard
i been through shit that will leave norimal niggas scared
BUT I'VE SEEN DEAD PEOPLE....PEOPLE??..i been closer to god then a million jew-ish people
im a believer, im the menace of my hood so hold me back, yea i may looki innocent but best looker closer nigga m strapped...im like a thinking cap, tea check the cat in the hat
i got enough imagination so you can imagine that iim this im that
im like magnum packs, im gold i m cold, so chill, nigga hit the next track im ill......





spit so hard man i swear i break the barriers
holding heavy weight like im the devils child carrier
pregnant by hellfire
so im 666 pms'ung
and me taking your life at this moment would be a blessing
im break the gound when im stepping, this blood that im repping
makes me look like desean jackson with all these shots tha i be catching
i have no comparosing, there is no matching
im like a classic record, niggas se me and get to scratching
but hell thats what happens
when youare the shit, so theese haterscan all take a plate of my confidence
they trying to get rich, me im just spitting
and as long as i reign supreme naw the nigga aint quitting
no dismissal, no class aint over yet
time for you download my ill-ness, so bitch gon' and connect
you just a mate nigga so get checked
im in the fast lane, you too slow so get wrecked
chyea...they call me tech...semi automatic...yea i brrraaaattttt....
naw nigga....a-ratatata-tatat, i shit atombombs made of truths like facts....hit the next track....




*when beat kicks*


hollitocious spit, pants dont sag low or i'd show my dick
im the shit toilet paper cant whipe me clean
im like a lit match covered in nitrogliserene
head hurts from the words i give
people wonder how i live from all the passion i spit
im like hour glass all i do is tic toc
your like a broken stop watch...all you do is stop
i flow easy like meditation, venting in my ivy im hooked on ventalation
i create hot climate temperature sensations
ffogging you windows like high concentrated condensation
these big boy words to much you realization
vocabulary in syllobals FUCK-YOUR-HAT-ER-NA-TION
i got a smile like koolaide
ooo yeaaaa...nigga im to straight, you so crooked, man your like too gay
you like two dicks so your like 2 gay
your hate is like cruelty to fate, to say im great is ike a erro thats made
if diamond is potrys slick rick, then im poetrys lil wayne, roxy is jay-z and we all bring major payne
like we aa family of damon wayans IM ILL.....