[Verse 1 - Jiggidy]
Jiggidy and Star Child are at it again
Its that tag team duo that you cant defend
Droppin bombs and elbows while we constantly win
Never droppin the game even though it needs a change
These phonys got it switched up and all rearranged
Claimin to be gangstas when they aint doin the same
They just a buncha bitches who need a helpin hand
These lames I cant stand so lets ride out mayne
I came to bring the pain that affects yo brain
Like Kool-Aid on the carpet its forever stained
Im here and will remain just doin my thang
My styles original while yours is imitation
This is the real deal it aint no simulation
You hear my flow so you go and recreate it
I can be duplicated but never surpassed
I outwit outshine outrun and outlast
[Verse 2 - Star Child]
Yea its Star Child yall niggas aint ready
Its the freestyle king and my name is Star Child
You give us some lip you better turn that dial
Cuz this nigga get sick wit it yo on the mic
Everybody look like Bob Barker cuz the price is right
I stay hard like the dick that these hos desire
So I am the one that yo girl admire
Yall niggas cant fuck with Star Child and that boy Jiggidy
We the best in this rap game nigga please believe
This rap shit is just too easy
Im young and im makin hits like that nigga Lil Weezy
It takes me bout 5 minutes to write a flow
When Im done spittin it leaves the crowd sayin (woah)
When Im in the booth I aint playin around
My lyrics will stomp ya niggas 6 feet under the ground
Us on this mic is gonna be doper then ya wack
We all stars in this rap game kinda like Kobe and Shaq
Yea Star Child Jiggidy we changin the game yo we out this bitch
