Tyger Vinum, I’ll never be your kids role model.
Catch me in the V.I.P. macking on coked up models.
Just my accent, got shortie paying for bottles.
My pursuit of happiness, live your life full throttle.
I put in that work, and I’m not talking about the gym.
On beats I spit heat, that’ll make a fat nigga slim.
I’m from Springfield mass, so I’m a Dutch import.
When I get on the mic, it’s Jean Claud blood sport.
All that gang bang chatter, don’t matter to me.
A screwdriver thru the bladder, will splatter your pee.
Tyger vee, six foot three, extorting the block.
I’ll body anybody’s top five, in hip-hop.
Real hustler, with more moves than a wrestler.
Climbed out the gutter, now a bad motherfucker.
Lyrical genius with flows, made for live shows.
While telling hoes, that I need brains like the scarecrow.

Tha Audio Bully, Real rap no gimmick.
If you take it to the edge, I go past the limit.
There’s nothing’s impossible, with this mic in my hand.
It’s a five team super group, combined in one man.
Still focused with a plan, to sell music world-wide.
Life can end at any moment, so enjoy the ride.
I don’t care about the clubs, or your red carpet guest list.
Just turn up the speakers, and bounce your head to this.

I could spit two bars, that could clear out the room.
Turn my haters into clones, like victor van doom.
Vinum maintains, freeing the brain from mental shackles.
You a bird-lizard nigga, like pterodactyls.
I stay blowin exotic, while getting top in the cockpit.
From another niggas bitch, while spectators watch it.
Girls I meet, chase money like star gazers.
Doing amateur porn, in bathrooms and elevators.
Cuz my pockets stay fat, like a pair of elephant balls.
Plus my dick tickles their clit, while knocking down walls.
When I don’t answer calls, their girlfriends start hatin.
But they hit me on the low, in the hood that’s violating.
So I leave ‘em waiting, take my meat out of their diet.
While I travel across seas, like I’m a Straw Hat pirate.
One piece of pie is nice, but it’s just a slice.
I need the whole thing, or I’m taking your life.

Tha Audio Bully, Real rap no gimmick.
If you take it to the edge, I go past the limit.
There’s nothing’s impossible, with this mic in my hand.
It’s a five team super group, combined in one man.
Still focused with a plan, to sell music world-wide.
Life can end at any moment, so enjoy the ride.
I don’t care about the clubs, or red carpet guest list.
Just turn up the speakers and bounce your head to this.

Mr. Poizonous be Sam Jackson, in pulp fiction.
I’ll Pop-up in your kitchen, if my cash is missing.
Cutoff legs and wrist then, stuff a gag in your mouth.
Beat the rest like a plantation slave, in the south.
Home chemist, making drugs to ease the pain.
Mind-bending pharmaceuticals, that change the brain.
I stay in my lane, moving like, a bullet train.
Making capital gains, while these lames be chasing fame.
60 seconds and I’m gone like Nick Cage, in the movie.
With a chick twice as thick, as Angelina Jolie.
That blew your girls mind, I could see it on her face.
And how her lips got wet, the pair below her waist.
Tyger’s off the hook, like a telephone receiver.
Used to smack a bitch up, now it’s cheaper to leave her.
If you want a piece of vinum, take a number in line.
Cuz niggas been hating me, since they learned how I grind.

Tha Audio Bully, Real rap no gimmick.
If you take it to the edge, I go past the limit.
There’s nothing’s impossible, with this mic in my hand.
It’s a five team super group, combined in one man.
Still focused with a plan, to sell music world-wide.
Life can end at any moment, so enjoy the ride.
I don’t care about the clubs, or red carpet guest list.
Just turn up the speakers and bounce your head to this.