Yo didn't Kane use that
Yeah but he didn't flip it like this though
Yo you know what you got to do though
You got to set this motherf**kin track on fire though man
No doubt man this is me I'm sayin a-ight)
You know
Yo so yo yo yo let me
Let me feel this sh*t and see what you gon' do with it
Oh Aight yo bust it aiyyo
I'mma freak it like yaknahmsayin
Kinda like how he started it but bust it yo bust it
Ruff rugged and real you love it or feel
The shove of the steel in your a** then at last
Respect for certain
Your neck was certain from the mic movements
Sh*t aroused they be like
"You got a groovin hittin sound"
Casey Kasem callin a truce but f**k that
You crazy Blaze him slaughterin you with love taps
Well no prob the flow robbed you and your world
Like when your girl's just my pal bust my style
On my grill sportin the illest bizarre smirk
I gave your girl some chloraseptic
Cause yo she's a hard worker
You scarred her
But you ain't tryin to tangle with the force of
Yellin "Yo f**k you lookin at "
You're frontin like you crosseyed
Of course why you like breathin; with aggression
I strike leavin this a question - in a session
Comparison B you're through the ratio for workin sh*t
Embarassin - me to you fellatio to jerkin it
No doubt like that YOU KNOW
Then I'mma freak it I'mma have this yo
I'mma have this girl singin - "You wanna be startin"
Like that joint y'know Michael word
Yo she she look like Mary with big tittes
That's my word yo
Yo Big that's what I'm sayin
So yo you feelin this joint
Yeah I'm feelin this sh*t
You don't sound enthused yo what's the deal
Yo yo no I'm feelin this sh*t man
Whassup lace your man lemme just hear how your joint sound
Yo you know I don't do that sh*t no more son
C'mon son this is me your man
Yeah alright aight f**kit for you I'mma do it
Knahmsayin Start up a little somethin like
I have sound waves that'll touch you in many places
While I 'rase your faces
Even number traces in some places
Above Jordan the list of the twisted
My mind's enlisted I guess that's why I'm sadistic
Cause you don't know the sh*t you been startin
My heart done hardened
Ready to put the WORLD on a milk carton
F**kit no one else deserve to live
I done gave all I got to give and still ain't got sh*t
So who mad You grab and ransom
And I'mma pierce his soul
And touch the heart of his grandson
Cause my lyrics are like being
Food poisonin injected through the ear
F**k what you heard this is what you need to hear
KnowhatI'msayin A little somethin like that
What Yo you still got it old-timer
Yo good lookin good lookin new-school
You know my stee' but you got it
Word no doubt
Yeah-hhh aiyyo yo aiyyo son
Yo 'po-nine
Yo son behind you yo slow down son
Slow down son
