My style is triple, quadruple, damage for mc`s
I make `em huff `n puff like mufflers for meineke
Human exhaust, you wanna get lost ?
Rhymes plus exxon ride brains like alain prost
Mc clowns, I blaze towns
I dragwheel skulls, leave with speed `n dust cloud
All you monkeys, donkeys, alternative junkies
I`m strictly t-rex, `n my rap just crunch, see
The jive `n babble, throw heavy scrabble
Sparkles plus the bubbles plus the flavor like snapple
All you socalled rebels heavy metal cattle
Some horses got force but I simply tame with saddle
Hunt a stunt like `red october`, ain`t crossin` over
Oops ! scud scrub ? patriot makes pulver
The music hits, fierce as it is
Check the brothers in the crowd that `hiss`
Good grief
Industry check to mac, and wanna know me
I kick against control untamed like wild pony
Stay lonely like tony, attract like coney island
My style man, don`t need no master, flasher
Test a prankster gangster like a gatt much faster
Get the band aid, the kid front hard knock
I sport more techniques confidential than fort knox
Sort of tool - glock - automatic on the static
Synthetic - plastic ?- you stay ready with the cascet
I throw a style, now a freak wants to test it
It`s crazy mega fab, makes your hottie cher
I crush mc jaws who oughtta be chandelier
And drop the ltter - on the quitter
The survival-rival gets stranger
Much fitter
Worldwide you get served like stinky cheese
More force than a sexual intercourse
So mc`s please !
Brothers amaze - keep `em all in a daze
With the wild funk blaze
Good grief
One time for your mind now, as I have to climb now
Step by step now, where your rap now
I kick the flavor like a wes craven
People under my stairs wanna steal like raven
Black with breaks wanna croak when spoken to
Some shitty nonsense beat, you gotta be jokin` too
The rhyme enforcer, rhythm corsair
Hit the core with force, well of course oh !
Don`t give me that lip lip
Like he thought that he could
I frown on bullshit like my name`s clint eastwood
You come with fronts, stunts `n poses
I welcome you to my jungle
Like my name was guns `n roses
I blast the sound, you check the sound
You gotz to be down, and be like charlie brown
Saying good grief
