I walk through the door My purpose is to move up pull tools you perpin' Watch me overthrow the government in my turban Plot up and line up solo mia Prayin
s block, I block writers My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick Some bitch ran up
the way) [Chorus] So in two seconds flat Dre's at my crib The funny thing is we both know where this kid lives And neither one of us have Canadian
slay Them and literally poetic symptoms Pissing me the fuck off, missing me with that shit I stick a venacular foot so far up in ya ass You won't be able
well be mumbling See, I have dreams with a man, what will become of him? There's not a kid out here who can make me believe
on the head girl, duck duck goose You shoulda got the message that I chuck up deuce Break 'em off and leave it, you seen my fucked up tooth It's fuck
in the mall If I would have left the body The police would have crawled Yo, I did that chopped the body up Fuck the chit chat kick back I just lit up
tragic Negroes that get dramatic because I have The habit to smoke rabbits like a addict So if you can not rap, I will just slap you If you wants to pick up
a second in my g shock when She in them pumps, not them Reeboks kid The only time we fight is on the wii boxin' I don't even keep up with how many g
* I guess there no niggaz out there Here comes the chorus for the year Because, the nasal... will eat shrimp and basil Remaining head to toe on the foes And he says he will
, Quasemoto And yo, I'll switch up, hic-up, switch up, hic-up Switch up, hic-up, switch-up With or without the hic-ups, these emcess quickly pick up
spend it like B-diem(echo) Ah-yo the rap shit is ill kid you make mad dough but still hit your crew off it aint slink-real show some love kid aint no
, some, government experiment that is out of control I'm from some big black hole I square up, select, and rec'd every tangle I flare up, and you can
that junk in the mix I been down the road and I broke a few necks And I'll break a few more so what's up? Road by me, Im gonna hold my nutz up! It's
would do to make that first impression really stick" (Violent J) Let's see, hmm, well, I'd have to think about it I might show up in a tux, HA!, but
Been down the road and I broke a few necks And I'll break a few more, so what's up? Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up It's finna fuck
butt-knocker "Come in have a seat!", And then I stroll in With the all purpose hunting blade straight up his throat chin I cut his hands off, he ain't touchin' nobody Chain him up
at a stick-up A young man in a rut, shakin' a big cup People pass his ass and say, "Tough luck" To waste time for a dime is cold fucked up A loud shot