Luyện nghe bài hát Etc.

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

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

1st
Niggaz know it's about that time without a D Gucci
I pop that pussy ass rapper and leave it up to to Pop the Coochie
Truly a wretched steelo -- kept you Under like Seagal
Cause I housed more than that faggot named RuPaul
Y'all all suffer the
I dispense sentences without a prescription
prefixes asphyxiate bitches who flips
Representin the West, relevant to sentences
If renegade rebels resent wicked syntax (then jack)
Revert to revolution Ras reverse,
Revolvin with written retalliation, rate
Reflex flex, niggaz regress to less than recoup
When recording, I wreck,
stupid, it's so much more than just another rap and sample
Cause I model more than Naomi Campbell
See we been burning idiots with syphillis
Since E.S.T. was Ackniculous, the nickle meticulous
ventriloquist when I throws my over the Western HemisFear
While my peers step over a of Tears
Go get a job as a chandelier wit a jaw like dat
I brings the impact to fracture mandibles, and manhandle the
Since my mental exceeds every MC I've credible
Now edible, kid!
And yo, I'm D for wreckin reputations collide
But zhoom dum da dum, dum dum
it's a suicide

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

2nd

I pull bitches like a lesbian and come the fuck off
with a vasectomy, in depth I be deeper than recipe
Incite recitation forever Ras Steady like Buck when breakin on ducks
Who get props by
Buy if ya lyrics suck, then fuck ya record juice
Ock, I rock hip-hop non-stop and got more juice than
Intricate to stylistics I solicit
It gets niggaz open like ovulation
Fuckin these kids like the Michael Jackson
Sendin ya back as the U.S. did AIDS infected refugee Haitians
Uhh, niggaz so what's the haps
You put up ya dukes but in the West they bust caps
So bulletproof fists is the only way I'm gone miss, but this
My mental's the bullet, my tongue's the finger pull it
Check the method, soundtrack voodoo uh and bamboo like
Come you, oh sorry verbal dyslexic
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