My rhymes are stinging like a killer bee. My cometition are wishing that killing me. For my similies and solioquies. They garbage, but I'm the largest.
[Chorus]. 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock rock. To the beat that I drop when I flip my hip-hop. Put this in yo' collection. Fresh Wes without a rhyme is like certs without the retsyn.