I wait to see your skull vibrate When I bury the hatchet I hope you catch it I'll attach it To his focus when I broke his head in half Feel the wrath on my behalf I drop math And english Leaving you squeamish Then I squish your wish You're all phucken dreamers No time for tiddlywinks if your tities is pinks Then you are white and I'm not the right man (not for me) But you can blow pipe and my style is so tight I be carvin' mc's when I'm starvin' You little chunks of punks that I dunks in my coffee Get off me I'm not your softie But you will call through your breath to him, Def to them Silly broads, I phuck them then I chuck them In the river Without a liver, Then I donate to science, 'cause I'm a giver The mysterious clearly busts brains with my brawn Ask Sean Cassidy about how I trash mc's On the daily, Alex Haley had to write about it Darlin but it's true Get a clue I'm tellin you the truth you'll be toothless Then the boots gets smoked like they on fire, I desire Like Salt N Pepa I'll phuck a fat heifer, Like I was Fritz the Cat And she admits to fat, So I'm movin' removin wackness from my stratosphere If I thought that that was near. . . [CHORUS:] "Still bet that you can harm me, but you don't alarm me..." You're just a test tub baby You can't fade me But hey, G your style is lazy Boy you're crazy Losin' it Check out my fusion kit It's welding rhymes and propelling Swelling, Getting bigger Getting niggas in headlocks Instead lock your scanners on Bruce Banner I crush fools plus tunes used by the master Will blast you into Tuesday When I bruise a mutha phucka Whose mother sucks a cock And his brother phuck a jock And his sister Got blisters On her lips which be spreading She be headin' Showin' cleavage With my futuristic styles I leave kids in a trance Hypnotisin' Your eyes spin Back in your head Like you was dead But instead You was buggin' Ugly bitches get the dills at the show Cause I don't be runnin' after hoes That be stank I thank the lord for my thought Connected to the microphone So check the cyclotone That I be arousin', housin' blousin' you punks The mac daddy makes you jump I pump info into nymphos who be bonin' Clonin' Vanessa Del Rio And yes Del see no evil Hear no evil It's normal I come formal To keep em warm till the morn. [CHORUS]
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