Lyrics:

My beats are slamming

My beats are slamming from the rugged programming
My man Bob Marley, hey, my man, I'm jamming
You could never touch the stamina while I'm ramming the
Hip-hop crowd makes me rrah, rrah, rrah
Other MCs got flipped with the ease
Begging me for mercy, stop the music, please
No, 'cause I'm a pro, rap to the convo
Make a crowd say ho at a strip show
Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm
Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
Boom, blowing up niggas better than pulling the trigger
So you betta run for cover
Niggas better loosen they ass, felt the glass
A 40oz bottle, yo, yo, yo, money, yo, pass
Woo-woo-woo, hospitalized
Is he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga dies
The maximum of MCs are populating
The minimum of those MCs are dominating
Now all and together now, to what what who
Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo

Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa

Ah, shit, here I go once again
Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend
I come old like toe fungus mold
Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul
Then I came with that old Al Green shit
Sadie taught me the ballistic
I get you blurry in your eye with a high note
Down to the Brownsville, oops, you got smoked
The shit I'm dropping is stinking up your area
When I shoot it through like a messenger carrier
I keep my breath smelling like shit, so I can get
Funky, baby, I'm not having it

Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa

The Hellfire style
Dragon fist
Horse fist
Bastard, I didn't know who you were