The name's Beazy-B, but you already knew
A microphone fiend, check two one two
Sticking it to you like I threw hot glue
Got sharper fukking cuts than a new hair dew
Lyrical mastermind, I do this sh!t all the time
Even Dr. Seuss would be jealous of how I rhyme
Throw me a beat, I'll pick it up on a fukking dime
Leave you in awe, I make you hit stop, then rewind
I'm a prodigy, haters never bother me
Surgical precision and I'm handing out lobotomies
Give it up now because you'll never be on top of me
Your chances are slim, don't play me, play the lottery