My beats are slammin'

My beats are slammin' from the rugged programming
My man Bob Marley, hey my man, I'm jammin'
You could never touch the stamina while I'm rammin' the
Hip hop crowd makes me, rah, rah, rah
Other MC's got flipped with the ease
Beggin' me for burnt cigar, stop the music please
No, 'cause I'm a pro, rap to the convo
Make a crowd say, 'Hoe' at a strip show
Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm
Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
Boom! Blowin' up *****z better than pullin' the trigger
So you betta run for covah
*****z better loosen they ***, felt the gl***
A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo p***
Woooh woooh woooh! I sweat it live
MC gonna live God? No, the ***** die
The maximum of MC's are populating
The minimum of those MC's are dominating
Now all and together now, to what, what, who?
Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo poo

Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa

Ahh ****, here I go once again
Rhymes get ****ty from the time that I spend
I come old like toe fungus mold
Ask my grand pop pop Duke gave my soul
Then I came with that old all green ****
Saa-die, taught me the ballistic
I get you blurry in your eye with a high note
Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked
The **** I'm droppin' is stinkin' up your area
When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier
I keep my breath smellin' like **** so I can get
Funky, baby I'm not havin' it

Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa

{Help master
Dragon fist
Horse fist
*******, I didn't know who you were}