Chaseme37
Member
The Rubix Cuban's at your door, but I ain't singin' no carols
I'm like Donkey Kong, I got you niggaz dodgin' my barrels
Don't give a fuck where your label's from
We runnin' up in your office, holdin' your CEO hostage with a staple gun
And ain't no stoppin' this don; I got soccer moms
Puttin' glocks in their palms and wildin' out to opera songs
Blow off your brim, turn your fitted to a kufi
I'm like Ricky Ricardo except, "I Love Uzis"
When I'm in the crowd, these rappers are shook
They won't stage dive unless they got a harness with a grapplin' hook
Damn right, my raps are real ill
The Celph Titled talkin' doll says, "Kill, kill"
Oh, you's a tough guy, sayin' that you brawl in these fights?
But you got your nose broken by a white bitch from a volleyball spike
Old timers ask me where I got my pimp game from
'Cause I got 99 bitches and ain't a problem with one
It's the Army of the Pharaohs
Make a threat, you're hardly a scarecrow
We bombard you with ammo knockin' off your sombrero
So move back bandejo, you dealin' with a lot of these guys
Who rock silk suits with Mafia ties
I'm blazing hot, open my mouth, flames come out
You's a snitch open your mouth, and names come out
So we gon, pop your top off and brains come out
Nigga I thought you said you knew, what a gangsta 'bout?
Hang 'em out, these pussies is wet, leave 'em to dry
I do the work of the devil, I'm a hell of a guy
Unload the MP5 and leave your studio sprayed
And have blood squirting out ya head like Coolio's braids
Doggy this is how we slaughter heads
Catch you sleepin' stab you so deep the tip of the blade puncture your water bed
'Cuz I'm the type to slice the skin on your back off
Come back a week later and slice the motherfuckin' scab off
I'll be a cryptic author
Writing poems on tombstones
Celph-titled, that nigga you couldn't bring home
I'm at the crib wit your bitch givin' me slow head
Split you up in more pieces than when Jesus broke bread
My click is raw, be prepared when you meet us
Kill an unborn baby and you still couldn't de-fetus (ooh)
I don't battle with rhymes,
I'd rather battle with nines
Instead of using my mind
I'd rather shatter your spine
The closest you ever came to a punch line,
Was waiting for refreshments at the prom in '89
I'm super crafty, super nasty, super raspy
F**kin' bitches with super asscheeks
You f**king fagggots don't know what raw speech is
I beat a b!tch untill her whole body turns to cleavage
I'm hyperactive so I drink decaffinated
My left jab is fatal, leave you cats decapitated
I'm like Donkey Kong, I got you niggaz dodgin' my barrels
Don't give a fuck where your label's from
We runnin' up in your office, holdin' your CEO hostage with a staple gun
And ain't no stoppin' this don; I got soccer moms
Puttin' glocks in their palms and wildin' out to opera songs
Blow off your brim, turn your fitted to a kufi
I'm like Ricky Ricardo except, "I Love Uzis"
When I'm in the crowd, these rappers are shook
They won't stage dive unless they got a harness with a grapplin' hook
Damn right, my raps are real ill
The Celph Titled talkin' doll says, "Kill, kill"
Oh, you's a tough guy, sayin' that you brawl in these fights?
But you got your nose broken by a white bitch from a volleyball spike
Old timers ask me where I got my pimp game from
'Cause I got 99 bitches and ain't a problem with one
It's the Army of the Pharaohs
Make a threat, you're hardly a scarecrow
We bombard you with ammo knockin' off your sombrero
So move back bandejo, you dealin' with a lot of these guys
Who rock silk suits with Mafia ties
I'm blazing hot, open my mouth, flames come out
You's a snitch open your mouth, and names come out
So we gon, pop your top off and brains come out
Nigga I thought you said you knew, what a gangsta 'bout?
Hang 'em out, these pussies is wet, leave 'em to dry
I do the work of the devil, I'm a hell of a guy
Unload the MP5 and leave your studio sprayed
And have blood squirting out ya head like Coolio's braids
Doggy this is how we slaughter heads
Catch you sleepin' stab you so deep the tip of the blade puncture your water bed
'Cuz I'm the type to slice the skin on your back off
Come back a week later and slice the motherfuckin' scab off
I'll be a cryptic author
Writing poems on tombstones
Celph-titled, that nigga you couldn't bring home
I'm at the crib wit your bitch givin' me slow head
Split you up in more pieces than when Jesus broke bread
My click is raw, be prepared when you meet us
Kill an unborn baby and you still couldn't de-fetus (ooh)
I don't battle with rhymes,
I'd rather battle with nines
Instead of using my mind
I'd rather shatter your spine
The closest you ever came to a punch line,
Was waiting for refreshments at the prom in '89
I'm super crafty, super nasty, super raspy
F**kin' bitches with super asscheeks
You f**king fagggots don't know what raw speech is
I beat a b!tch untill her whole body turns to cleavage
I'm hyperactive so I drink decaffinated
My left jab is fatal, leave you cats decapitated