Mc's takes bits and pieces of my songs and the cyphers
copying my lyrical status,guess i'm the hidden gho$twriter
listening to my style then picturing your early fate
that will only lead you to a first class trip to the pearly gates

Just trace my style don't even paint ya own pictures
get up in 'em when i spit venom in lyrical scriptures
just enter the lyrical dojo and try and press ya luck
i never stop Problem spit more than daffy duck
fuck a battle cash is the topic,watch the weight flip
you a gurilla i erase chimps get the big face chips
try and buy bomb weed to get higher than space ships
Are you surprised? a southern artist with a very thin hex
very big chest want beef dog best to come with ya best
cause Problem eat more Pussy than porno lesbian sex
yes!! the young boy stacken P getting fed chicks
head with good shampayne and fyne red chicks
disrespect the paper dog and let that bread mix
my goons come pop shells longer than bread stix
The Gho$t Writer there is no other mc hiya
only thing ya spit hot was ya morning breath saliva
hahah children of all these other fellow ages
Problem rhyme book is thicker than yellow pages
so take patients all puerto rican and hatients
not racis just covering the immigrant basis(Thats all)