Throw away that snap back, if it's a Mag track then you know that's money
That's a hardwood classic, not a throwback dummy
In Denver Colorado, with a Colfax honey
Like a nose I got a flow that's runny, yeah
You know me, I'm down to choke and beat a hater
That's if I lose my cool, like a broke refrigerator
Y'all niggas think y'all muffle, till I break y'all face into pieces
Like a jigsaw puzzle, hoes ease my brain like a cheap psychiatrist
I got they voice breaking up, like cingular wireless
I cock back, and let that weaponry go
Your flows tacky, outdated like That 70's Show
Magnificent that kid, that's destined to blow
Collecting the do', put that Smith-N-Wess to your throat
Either take a deep swallow, or three hollows
Choose wisely, I treat you cats like Ron Isely
Left between the sheets, when I bust that 3-8
Got your mom's crying a river, like Justin T-lake
So go ahead, just admit I'm best
'Fore I put this chrome to your pipe, like an emission test
You ain't even 'pose, to been a roller
Dealing with Mag, chiefs get bagged like groceries at Kroger's
I got the cutest broads, I pull up with model chicks
That's taller, than NBA shooting guards
But Magno's, playing the point
I assist her with dick, and then we blazing a joint
I keep on displaying the point, that I'm the coldest
I'm the joystick, I control this
That's why your ex, still wanna page
My album gon sell, like X pills at a rave
The Rookie of the Year, gon make a mill in a day
If it don't, I'm making mills from the game
I never beg for pennies, think different
Better scramble, like some eggs at Denny's
I got that chrome and that lead, to tempt me
I'ma squeeze, till your head is empty
Magnificent spit that real, and make a jerk nervous
People sleeping on your flows, like church service
Cause you worthless, who messing with Mag
Keep talking, you'll be missing a dad
Matter fact you'll be missing a moms, you get abused for joking
My balls so big, they could be used for bowling
And I don't mean to seem ferocious
My click exterminate, but I don't mean for roaches
I got lines, like a operator
Might go to Oakland, and just cop the Raiders
You just don't know man, I'll pop a hater
You got some do' man, but my knot is greater
Then nod your head, in a slow bob
I hate working, but I will take a blow job
It's Magno, I keep wrecking the flow
That's why your boy, collecting the do'
I step in the room ice chain, Mike got the ice mouth
You might see us on T.V., the ice house
A street flavor, we got that street flavor
haters wanna hate, but them stats beat haters, yeah
