Yo, this shit right here, is some shit
Some serious shit
Yo, the fact that I'm down with Def Squad's hard to determine
Until you see me hoppin out the Coupe with E. Sherman
Or hoppin out the Keith Murray's Suburban
Or hoppin out the Lex Land with Redman, whylin or cursin
My thought process is mysterious like the Loch Ness
My furious mindset is complex
Killin shit like a carnivorous militant prehistoric monster
Comin to stomp all over your hip-hop, conference
Landin in an unidentified flying object
Turn you into an unidentified frying carcass
The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous, acid is arsonist
Burning your bones to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors sting like after haircuts when
The alcohol's applied to the raw skin
So whoever wanna battle get blasted
Get your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like Pampers
You had a bad bitch, I left her back twisted
I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the nasal passage
Dug her out all day, then changed my sperm DNA
Now she got nobody to blame
I been spittin raw, what the fuck you think I'm livin for?
Throw me in jail, I'll do a prison tour
For wannabe hard niggas, insecure niggas
With they heads too big for they neck to support niggas
Three in the Squad plus me equal four members
An extra addition for any special force mission, man listen
Man, these niggas on some shit
Keith Murray, Canibus, no stoppin it
Let me draw a brief description of what happened
I was rappin, niggas got to scrappin, guns got to clappin
Three fifty-seven degrees, I was seperated
As bullets deflected metal, bodies decapitated
Kush! A nigga got struck as I look
I caught the next guy runnin by with the metal hook
Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face
A bitch fainted cuz she seen that I enjoyed the taste
The case, is that I split your melon
And feed it to the chickaboos with fried chicken wings
I'm whylin for Long Island, I turn into Colin Ferguson
And open fire on any train
Now, you may never know who's in your shadow
You punk-ass niggas just best stay shallow
And hollow, if you wanna live to see tomorrow
Cuz ain't no sun comin out tomorrow
Yo, I might do somethin y'all niggas might regret
Like, blast you in your face and disregard your vest
I'm pissin and dissin off of recognition of niggas that listen
Just to let you pussies know how I'm livin
Cuz I return like the Jedi, with my dead eye
Leave niggas to die, peace to niggas up in Bedstuy
Ooh I, does that type of shit that make you niggas wanna wet it
Word up, got me ready to set it
Yes I steps with agression
To any bitch who think they nice in this profession
What? What you think you wreckin?
I break your style down to little fragments
The pain is permanent, so spare yourself the embarassment
Buck fifty cross the face
Followed by knife wounds to the chest for you attempt to retaliate
I noticed all you bitches flows is based around clothes
But deja vu got somethin for you stankin hoes
Studio gangsta bitches I diminish
Ideas of bringin beef before the thought even finishes
I wanna see red, blood from a chicken-head
'Fore I wild the fuck out like the Grateful Dead, hah
This wild style must run in my genes
Because my sister's in the county and
My brother just came home from Green
I strike like the Black Widow through the underground radio, kiddo
And still stack thirty ditto
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