Yeah, microphone checker, I step in swinging sticks like an Alpha 5 repper I'm pretty with it, I get low, shoulder shit me with it I even kick when I spin and hit the city limits I'm a zombie, I'm somebody Last night I blocked six hoes, a block party Hell, I'm zombie, illy and marching in rap gnarly When I'm in Gotham City, tell Joker I fucked Harley Grim Reaper, Oakland ether to a rap diva Your girl box been rotten, gave you cabin fever I pull out a desert eagle and lift you and leave it I bet it make you see God turn you to a believer Bitches get stuck when they see me, it's like bee-bee If your eyes white and I can't see you, you John Cena I said I wasn't DC ******, thought I was a superhero Now I'm headed back to New Jerusalem, count him as the Nero