[Verse 1]

I got to be bout the meanest ever

You defeat me never

I was born dead!

Fat nigga with horns in his head

Calls himself the east side King! He breathes lightning!

You can see electrical currents when he's rhyming

Skin made of Teflon, he don't need no vest on

He proceeds to get blown, when he bleeds the shits chrome!

He ain't a human being. Wait till you see him

He's a true demon

he uses trees

to defecate on loose-leaf

A ghetto legend came out the womb at 11

With the face of a felon, but a face like a meteor hit him

A Detroit icon!

With a stomach made of pistols, eye of tiger, heart of lion

The ghetto messiah! It's on forever

1877, more calm then ya!

Never knew the east side, he would have to run

Calm like a thief in the night with a mask and a gun



[Chorus]

Ohh... somebody pass me a lighter (Well)

Oh wont you please light this blunt up for me (Tell 'em why!)

So I can get high and start spittin the fire (Aw, Gordy!)

Let these niggaz know why they call you 'siah



[Verse 2]

Lyrics comin with the strength of ten men

Not even with titanium bones, I'll end them

I'm stopping his men, now he's breathin slowly

I hope he don't pee

on himself when I'm rhymin his legs and break one knee

A verbal arsonist, my verse it too hot to spit

Burning off all your skin, murder your ligaments

Why do they call me King? I ain't self proclaimed

These eyes saw a whole lot of niggaz die cause they felt the flame

Think I'm talkin just to hear my motherfucking self talk?

I am to the east side what Biggie was to New York

Hope I'm lyrically uplifting ya when I'm dropping this

Stay humble, never arrogant. Just confident

I just want Detroit to love me, oh I cry for you

I looked out yelling your name, ready to die for you

I just want to puff a blunt, oh just for you

Oh Detroit, I love you so (Oh! Well....)



[Chorus]

Ohh... somebody pass me a lighter

Oh wont you please light this blunt up for me. (Tell 'em why!)

So I can get high and start spittin the fire. (Aw, Gordy!)

Let these niggaz know why they call you 'siah



[Verse 3]

I got the scripture of a king, paint the perfect picture

A worthless nigga

Peseants, bow down to my presence

With these two braids sticking up

In case you were wondering "Why in the fuck

does he have the two braids sticking up?"

Drinkin gin outta a a tenth-century English cup

Fuck shootin - tou cross me, your head's bein cut (Off wit his head!)

My cape is from an African lion eye, from a sacred African tribe

They'll prasie me after I die!

Forty eight frames made from an elephant's tusk

Motor gauges on like the president or something

Old people lookin like, I know he said something

But go and let him do his thing

He's the east side's king

Please don't try to do it people, boy this guys out of it

Please don't try to do it people, oh this guys out of it!

Well, don't try to interview him, oh this guys out of it!

Only thing he's gonna scream is (well, well, well, well)



[Chorus]

Ohh... somebody pass me a lighter

Oh wont you please light this blunt up for me (Tell 'em why!)

So I can get high and start spittin the fire (Aw, Gordy!)

Let these niggaz know why they call you 'siah