STough Eye Dil Wit

Punch a dude up in his face if he has some female tendencies
Just believe me, it's so easy like I say my ABC's
No two piece chicken wing, I just hit him one, two, threes
Put respect up on my name, I punch down all my enemies
Dude act cool after the fight but he's not a friend of me
Boxing all these fools on sight, it makes me lose my energy
I don't have to have no friends, I have independency
The hits be ringing in your ear, it's like a super melody
Dudes be talking about my music like they do it just by any means
I just see them as my enemies, forget your stupid jealousy
These cats they act so stupid, but I use my memory
I keep it right, I win the fight, I hope that you'll remember me
And my punches, know they hurt, I hope you'll feel the sensory
Yeah I'm flowing in the ocean like I'm from the Chesapeake
Drive the motor with the motive and I use the rest for me
blah, blah, blah, oh yeah ooohuuu why why

I'm a bad boy, they call me Mr. Z
Punching all these boys have them running after me
I'm a bad boy, they call me Mr. Z
Punching all these boys have them running after me

I'm the ice cream man, they call me Mr. Z
I'm running all these digits while they coming after me
They all just come to me when they see me with that cheese
But never feed the hungry when the hungry doesn't need
They just really want your money when your money isn't needed
You're defeated and you see it, now your movement ain't completed
This rapping make me better so that I can make this cheddar
I don't make no money from my music, I just put these songs together
I'm just sitting down writing rhymes looking at these beats
I enrich the crown striking time, cooking recipes

I'm a bad boy, they call me Mr. Z
Punching all these boys have them running after me
I'm a bad boy, they call me Mr. Z
Punching all these boys have them running after me

I punch a dude up in his mouth then I make it history
He ends up crying to the couch then he's telling his story
Don't be lying out your mouth or I'll make it misery
You'll be tied up in the south in some painful imagery
Perfect the rap, perfect the beat, the same why I perfect my hair
You could talk your mouth let's talk it out but I really wouldn't care
I dropped you down, I knocked you out
You dropped your ground, I rocked your mouth
And then I won the victory
I got tipped, he bust my lip, then I still won considerably
Even though I bled, enough is said I still won it physically
The fight was so clean like it came from Italy
Ooouuuu yah ee ya ah ah

I'm a bad boy, they call me Mr. Z
Punching all these boys have them running after me
I'm a bad boy, they call me Mr. Z
Punching all these boys have them running after me