Lyrics:

[Freestyle Verse 1: International]
The say that Nash hard to kill
I would have to concur
1000 dollar Guccis on my feet man, burr
My slang is indistinctively slurred
If the cops make out a word
I couldn't say I blamed them though
I'm Bill Ruzzle I'm spelling out shit up in
That cross word puzzle that can get 11 rings
The scene be too mystic, these niggas turn 21
Then act Dave Bing with the rock clinching biscuits
Mmm, That's why I keep that maggie or thee calico
The 45 gotta kick like DiCaprio
They say that sounded like Jay?
I just tell them No(Noe)
You what the fuck you niggas rapping foe?
When my forte is keep that Dobb's hat on display
In other words I stay on rappers heads
Like the legend out the Bay
Man is y'all hearing what I say? Peep
I want the oil they want Oil of Olay
Look, I pray to God all these other rappers prey
Um, I leave them slayed ya'll was riding on a sleigh
I was asking what it weigh cause ain't nobody make a way
Yup, I'm Philip Blake to the Drakes and the biters
Only in Season 3 I'm prepared if the indict us
The S.G. militia nothing really go excite us

You die perverse(per verse) baby
You niggas should change ya writers

[Refrain]
Get it? Diaper, Verse, Baby
Change ya writers? Fuck it man follow the flow

[Freestyle Verse 2: International]
Yo I'm back on haters block
With the ox I wrestled from the Junkyard Dog
You can call me Red Foxx
That mean I want them chains around your neck
Now you can bee Brutus
But in beef the cake get you the respect
They're trying to throw shade out their mind
But they don't see the irony
When I got niggas looking out their blinds
Uhn, man I run Detroit streets
Its a dog eat dog world
So to them I'm Victor Sweet
Nigga eat dog eat
Who trying to share a meal with the man
Get fried on the floor, understand?
All these new slangs talking about cans
I'm old school my gun got the studio hands
So listen homeboy that just mean I carry dat
If you know what a DAT is Dats how long I did rap
Matter fact I'm O'Shea with the twelve gauge
You lack skill just writing cause your bored(board) Woody Paige
Man, These rookies should be afraid
Look I ain't even trying to go too raw
You're catching Aids yet Shakespeare told the people
The Worlds a Stage
But he ain't never promise you'll get to the The Seventh Age
The minute that you're born on foot is up in the grave
You either wage war or die with minimum wage
Hold up

[Refrain]
Yo I'm still talking my shit man
I guess I'll go back in on niggas Yo check

[Freestyle Verse 2: International]
Yo I'm sick igganay
Get clap like Denzel homie in Ricochet
Ybay ethay ayway I'm hot odaytay
I know they lie their voice get high
Like Michel'le their raps Lisa Bonet
That's light cause if Nash Strike I get the K
Yet everybody claims they get it in
Until you point the semi at their colon
That's the largest test then(Large Intestine)
Look how many times have I got to prove
Don't turn Color blind when I'm talking to you(Hue)
The 59/50 nigga navy blue
I'll have your mans hugging on you like the Jordan Flu
Ooh, Shit everybody tell them pick an angle
I'll bring it to their necks like a strangle
Yes sir, bar for bar they can't fuck with me
Skrilla Gorillas DoughMobb nigga SG