Pyrex

Whole lot of shots followed
 After I bust your snot box with a Ciroc bottle
 Shoot the fed, one mano-a-mano the clown
 I'll pull a pound on a Ronald McDonald
 You a happy meal nigga, with a toy in the box
 I clap the steel, nigga, put your boy in a box
 P, and the gun that'll slap ya
 I'm lying, just like the rest of these dumb ass rappers
 Provide flesh, most of y'all niggas can't test besides Tech
 Most of y'all niggas can't dress
 Copped twenty pair with Vinnie one time on tour
 Listen, love is love, clap the gat at y'all players
 The CEO of your label is a basketball player
 That mean your shit is never coming out
 Sean Price, I'm forever dumbing out, pyrex
 Pyrex, a microwave, and a whisk
 You're probably thinking I'm baking a cake when I'm working a whip
 You probably think it's pyrex
 Wake up, all of that crack in the street talk
 It's made up like "Jack and the Beanstalk"
 When I talk, the streets listen
 When you talk, the streets dissin'
 I don't even like you
 I don't even wanna fight you
 So stay the fuck away
 For such and such from such and such, combust and spray
 Don't make me abuse my power
 One telephone call, shoot this coward
 I was the bum, but the pendulum switched
 Now my whole team supreme, no Kenneth McGriff
 Y'all niggas is fiends, steamed tilapia
 Ving Rhames in the bing, slapping ya, animal
 Different beast on my fucking sweater, giranimal
 Half monkey, half man; the manimal
 P, heatmiser in disguise, surprise beat fire
 Spark fire out your face and break wires