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. . .
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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.
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