We gon have some fun with hip hop A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya Oh yeah this is the total too up, total banger baby Hip-Hop style baby, remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy In your placenta, that means L just entered Duck taped your bitch ass for frontin You four level crackhead ass hurtin nuttin Nigga you want the fame, now you're overnight Famous for getting fucked by a stick of You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your The overlord of rap will meet defeat and agony, I don't touch them zones Fucking lyrical methods is my throne Blast ya pound ass and make you float You read it shook nigga, I the book, nigga Held my crown for a decade and a half Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a bath Talk bein broke, nigga I'm rich Cause I learned, to seperated the from the bitch Don't hate me cause I'm paid, me because I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to Jesse Jackson For Affirmative Action
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! Yes you can!
Don't ever your mouth and mention my seeds about my book you bought to read You know you watch the sitcom nigga so that Mad rapper, but now you turned mad Forty-nine and tryin to be a mobster Run around town the Bob Marley imposters Ask Canibus, he ain't this Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, exist I'm goin underground and blowin your rep time, save that shit for the Lyricist's Lounge Or a House Party, where you can some clown On top of all that, beat your homeless ass down Heard that convicted rapist on the too Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and Tell me bout the ear biter taught you How to bust a nut or (Yeah that's butta boo) You be decomposin, but you frozen my title's golden Steady in a world that I'm controllin Vanguard awards are for who get OFF! Climbed platinum mountains, the of the Lord bout my first and second and third born Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off From the of my empire, I'm like a pimp Who thought he had a bitch to but found a new Canipus to hire hardcore, in a sense like Heather Hunter But not with the lyrics that drop thunder Found you in a can, hat black, cause you scared to bust Nigga in we trust
Now break it for me !
See I, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, M,C's in hip-hop, word up, no Oh I done yet
You as a newborn baby takin a nap Make my dick hard with bitch ass track Where you at? in some one room flat Suckin on Clef's hopin to come back that, nigga my styles is unlimited Yours is prohibited, of course that's To not knowin ya limits and who you need to When you step into the of the Lord and get blessed Get on knees, bow down to my degrees Young slacker, save that demo for the Rapper You gargoyle, olive oil, pussycat I wrapped up in foil, ready to boil I'ma the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle You call em lyrics, nigga you need to You goin out --- ahh it, you goin pop I feed you a poisonous verse so try it No more rhymin, you on a lyric diet Call the paramedic and tell them he pathetic His ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic Career be over next year, I said it Look your shoulder nigga, where you headed MUTHAFUCKA, where's a when you need it? First of lyrical war, never repeat it You said that same bullshit at House of Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the fuse Tattoo?, nigga I'm goin at you basin', and you can be a role model too Diss my moms, who's the Rap Don ? Who ruled for fifteen years and drops ? Who's copped solid gold Grammy's say Todd while you dropped at niggas' proms Faggot, you battle number two Cause number one, got his title locked son The King of all rappers ever graced the stage or the mic, best ever did it I'm wicked Write a verse and it, melt it down to liquid And drown shorty, fill his lungs I rip it Chest busts open, heart bursts and YOU SEE THAT NIGGA (Damn L, we was only jokin) Maneuver brainwaves transform your thought process, my pen gets corressed Warning, all MC's retreat Look at corny-buster, he walk down his own street Better run and get the Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT, Devour titles, cause I'm an idol slash icon And tell Wyclef, don't even turn his mic on nigga, thought I told ya nigga Crossover, dunk, game over nigga (one more time son) nigga, thought I told ya nigga Crossover, dunk, game over nigga
" Now wait for the studio to applaud, faggot, hahahah "