I make my way thru a mountain of snow,
in the back of a sleigh
Being pulled close to the northern of poles.
By a pack of Pitbulls and we ain't galloping slow.
Niggaz lookin at me like yooo what's happenein Poe,
Ain't nuffin poppin
I'm just clockin the hoes,
Sitting preaty like a garden of rose,
Lacing beats with my venomous flows.
I'm letting them know
there's nothing moving but the wings on a flock of the crows.
Yo if I cock n expose
I put a stop to ur homoerotic ass pose.
That's as far as I choose to disclose.
Who knows I might just murder anyone who tries to oppose.
There it goes.
And anyone who's been followin close,
knows that I rose from the slums with the bums
Switched the guns
With this audio format Cuz thats the path that i chose...