No Feelings - Kurupt

Chorus 2X: 
Nigga I don't got no feelings 
What the fuck you think this is 
I got no reason to live 
So make your mind up  what you want to do 
I make your family be missing you 

Yo  dusting you off like dirty fingerprints on evidence 
Battling me  you dead like presidents 
I'm fresh like prince  jazzy like jeff 
The man just like Meth  crazy like Lep 
Plus jams just like Def 
With a pin I'm a king like Kurupt 
When I throw a style, you better duck 
And if you don't your ass is out of luck 
Don't fuck with the master if I have to 
Then I blast you, then go to Church and see my pastor 
Why you have to be like this, me and the mic's tight 
Like lettuce, lighting the pimps 
This year my son turned six 
If your style's wack then you need to get that shit fixed 
Brothers hittin Jersey, my raps hitting harder than bricks 

I'm iller, willer than your local drug dealer 
Come to my villa, meet the 9-milla 
Letting off, where I stop you getting off 
Make you feel it just like Latifah's kiss in Set It Off 
You want war come on, put on the boxing gloves 
People call me an artist on the canvas cuz I draw blood 
That's what's up with the shit I maneuver 
Hit the losers with a Lueger then lay up in Aruba 
I'm gonna be rappin till you muthafuckaz 
get sick of me on the M-I-C 
I'm sicker than ten niggaz with HIV 
Tracey, pack the chico, the freak though 
Holding heats and we're in wall street 
With Sloppy Joe, you feel me yo? 

Chorus: 

Uh what check it, my name is Steven 
I eat MC's for no apparent reason 
Better you if you skeezin, I'm pleasing 
Those who dare, I advise you not to stare