I'm tryin' drop science for ya man Tell your herd shut the fuck up, now that's silence of the lambs I'm an animal, I eat rappers, call me Hannibal The track is crazy but I'm spittin ??low on a piano note?? You must be crazy, if you rhymin' wit me Think I'm datin' Alicia the way I'm ruff rydin' these keys Never trust a bitch enough to let her buy me some trees Might let her get a puff if she down to get on her knees I cause abuse to tracks, you ain't use to that I got a AK flow you the deuce deuce of rap It's double R my whole camps a bunch of ruthless cats Throw you off the roof and be like where the proof is at? We ball hard like 155th out at the Rucker Keep talkin' shit, you won't see Next Friday like Chris Tucker (Is this what you want?) It's the fake throwbacks, you ain't foolin' no one You the type to drive out to New Jersey to cop a old one Y'all rappers is sick, I got the antidote, and it's dope, tie your hands with rope, Throw you overboard, make you abandon boat With a backhanded blow I bandage folks, fuck a can of smoke, Crack yo cantalope with a can of coke You cipher thugs swear you got the biggest scrotums Y'all nothin' but little bitches hidin' behind yo modems You think you a big fish in the pond on the internet Guess what big fish you can get caught in a net Oh shit, what the fuck am I doin'? Double R, the next generation, Jin