Luyện nghe bài hát Etc.

Chorus: (sampled from Black Moon's "How Many MC's Get Dissed")

Pen
Pen predator, et et cetera (7X)
Pen predator, et cetera, right

1st
know it's about that time without a Schoolly D Gucci
I pop that pussy ass rapper and it up to Luke to Pop the Coochie
Truly a wretched steelo -- kept you Under Seige Seagal
Cause I housed more niggaz that faggot named RuPaul
Y'all all suffer the
I dope sentences without a prescription
prefixes bitches who flips linguistics
Representin the West, relevant to sentences
If renegade rebels this wicked syntax (then jack)
Revert to Ras reverse, reverberates
with written retalliation, rate repetitious
Reflex flex, regret niggaz regress to than recoup
recording, I wreck, records
Reflect stupid, it's so much more than just another rap and
Cause I model more styles than Naomi
See we been burning idiots with lyrical
Since E.S.T. was Ackniculous, the nickle slick
ventriloquist when I throws my voice the Western HemisFear
While my peers step over a Trail of
Go get a job as a wit a glass jaw like dat
I brings the impact to fracture mandibles, and the youth
Since my mental exceeds every MC perceive credible
Now edible, kid!
And yo, I'm D for when reputations collide
But zhoom dum da dum, dum dum
Suicide a suicide

("Pen predator, et cetera, et cetera") --> 10X
("Yeah yeah yeah yeah right")

2nd

I bitches like a lesbian and could come the fuck off
a vasectomy, in depth I be deeper than Bosses' recipe
Incite recitation forever Ras Rock like Buck when breakin on ducks
Who get props by
Buy if ya lyrics suck, then fuck ya label's juice
Ock, I rock hip-hop non-stop and got more juice than
Intricate to simplistic stylistics I
It gets niggaz open like fallopian
Fuckin these kids the Michael Jackson molestations
Sendin ya back as the U.S. did AIDS infected refugee Haitians
Uhh, yeah so what's the haps
You could put up ya dukes but in the West they caps
So bulletproof fists is the only way I'm gone miss, but peep
My mental's the bullet, my tongue's the finger that it
Check the method, soundtrack voodoo uh and bamboo strapped
Come better you, oh sorry verbal
You come strapped like bamboo and a voodoo soundtrack
And make sure not even one bar sounds (bitch)
Cause we take the shit and make it classic
to Guru, take two fuckin pulls, and pass it