I rip shows with a mic and a radio on pause
Took off my shirt hat and my drawers
Ladies ran to the front and tore down the doors
People were jumping up I was sweatin as they applause.
Lyrics Energetic Manipulative Prophetic
Have you knocked out from shit like anasthetics
Its Jus genetics
When I was born I had metaphors attatched to my amniotic sac
So Jus chill nigga no more talk ya shit is wack
Dont battle back
Jus sit back and relax, take ya time define and unwind
The message I'm stressin to ya its a definite lesson to ya
Hey Yo Royce Rolls and Benz Mercedes
I'm like the eye of hades
Forget Slim Shady
Cause I'm a new force with a new source of Information
And Complications for Human Relations
You thought you knew me till I grew
Been spittin since the age 2
Then you know who the man with the master plan
To scam and slam every man in the land
I'm Hulk like Hogan lemme hit you off with my lyrical slogan
Grab a gatorade to quench your thirst
Fake niggas down to 2nd Scientific was first
I tempt you like the forbidden fruit
Been known for robbin and not followin suit
I'm lyin, But I'm wreckin the rap scene like Talibans when they flyin
This aint nine eleven or the fate of iraq,
Cause all I'm hearin out of niggas is the same shit from my ass crack
Spread the truth like it's ya girls legs
My dick was so far up inside her I think I bruised her eggs
So what do you do when you get robbed
Ya get ya ass out to work and find a job
And what do ya do when ya come face to face with the MC
Ya sit ya ass down like Bimbo Coles on the bench seat.
I'm freaky fast with my flows give you and all emcees a bloody nose
Heres the tissue stop ya bleedin
Are ya headphones on my lyrics recieving?
My rhymes decieving but thin enough for meat cleavin
I'm cleaning out the industry like it was spring cleaning
Grab my vacuum and a roach
Woke up on Delta found out I was flyin couch
I ran up to the stewardess and pinched her ass
She said "Thats no way to get ya ass in first class"
I ran through and got in the cock pit
The pilot kicked me in the nuts and told me to stop it
Now the planes crashin and we're all gonna die
And you thought those were towelheads in the sky
Nah it was me I was breakdancin the time was 9:37
And you can call 911 but I was starting my own 9-11
*Note:...dont take offense..jus a rhyme*