What That Is

[AeroFX]

the haters spur me to green, so i call each one of em caddie,
i'd splatter they blood on walls gladly, pain make me happy,
and controversy force me to act, like bad traffic,
i'm what happens if you escape the hood, but dont get richer,
your rhymes go sicker, your buzz grow bigger,
and your aggression explodes, like you drowned downing more liquour,
and came back as jack the ripper, dont trip, dont hate,
stick to lyrics by numbers, its like teaching a child to paint,
its like trying to teach an angry dog to wait,
blast me, you'll miss, i'll leave your edges faint,
and that face tainted, turn shit black like you fainted,
it is what it is, and what that is, is some grown man shit,
so cup your balls, and hold em, i'll cross your clique,
and fold'em, you need a strategy to go against me,
like this texas hold'em...