cheers sis
(practising rap)
Now everybody from the 313
Put your muthaf**kin' hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your muthaf**kin' hands up
Look Look
Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
The free worlds got you gassed up
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1 Pac , 2 Pac, 3 Pac, 4
4 Pac, 3 Pac, 2 Pac, 1
You're Pac, He's Pac, No Pac, None!
This guy aint no muthaf**kin MC
I know everything he's got to say against me
I am white
I am a f**kin bum
I do live in a trailer with my mom
My boy Future is an Uncle Tom
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob
Who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun
I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
And Wink did f**k my girl
I'm still standin here screamin f**k the free world!!
Don't ever try to judge me dude
You don't know what the f**k i've been through
But i know something about you
You went to Cranbrook that's a private school
What's the matter dawg? You embarrassed?
This guy's a gangsta his real name's Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with both parents
And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
This guy don't wanna battle he shook
Koz there aint no such thang as HALF WAY CROOKS!!
He's scared to death
He's scared to look at his f**kin yearbook f**k Cranbrook
F**k ah beat i go acapella
F**k a Papa Doc, f**k a clock, f**k a trailer, f**k everybody
F**k y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of f**king white trash, i say it proudly
And f**k this battle
I don't wanna win
I'm outty
Here tell these people sumin they dont know about me
ty
Im spitting and ripping consistant, technicaly resistant lyricals
Mistaken for the Messiah, performing these miracles
Your style is utterly uncomparable
Enlightend to weightlessness
Your frightend, theres no room to be debatin this
Someone get this guy a fresh pair of Hanes
Got him scared, Current cloth is degraded by a stain
Beyond going platnium, my goal is plutonium
Your destined to be a janitor, watch me roll this custodian
Its a tragedy, a beastly travesty
Im wearin the crown, now bow down to your majesty
I spit previously thought impossible rhymes
Leave MCees invertabrates, cuz im ripping out their spines
Im a rhyme rumanator
More gangster than Ralph Nader, a master debator
Ready to legalize marijuna
Rhymes so hot, leave you sweatin like a fat man in a sauna
Tobbacco is whacko, but green is keen
ill tear open your stomach and rip out your splein
Have your mother whipe up the mess with Mr.Clean
I spit lyrical consistantness with relentlessness
You flow so effortless, and mines toxic like a serpant\’s kiss
Your not deservin this
Do away with ebonics, ill properly pronounce it
Im hooked on phonics, so you can commercialy announce it
Add some cream of mushroom cuz your soundin kinda dry
Beat you like Eddy and Charlie Murphy, poundin on Rick\’s thigh
Its not a lie, no matter how many times he denies
Your given the choice, and I heard you prefer to be with guys
ill rip the iris from your eyes
or devistate your cornea
Its considered a fact that your even hornyer
Then a virgin cat thats in heat
You failed to properly respond to the beat
I keep the cipher tight so you can't escape past the limits,
Im gonna be driving the hearse with your casket in it,
after I stare in your face then bash and dent it,
for identification, we need fags and dentists,
getting dental records, the fags identify your cheeks,
some people might even recognize your feet,
for half steppin' so much, I have weapons thrown up,
you a herb, and should have your ass kept in a blunt,
smoked in the same cipher, I'll light your life up,
have your brains sliced up, you've never met no psychos like us,
me, my pen and I, housing emcees 'til all the tennants die,
practicing genocide on rappers, forming an enterprize,
your life's jeapordized, third degree burns projected high,
directly by your facial features so you won't be recognized,
expect to die when you step to this weaponless,
dont stand tall with your chest out if nothings protecting it,
cause I'll bash it in, I got fists like the feds, tap your chin,
like it was a phone line until the battle ends,
grab the win, you entered this with plans on leaving the winner,
but faced me and now you've fell off like leaves in the winter
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everybody in the 2 0 2
throw ur hands in the air because this guys through
I'm from the uk
I got no rhythm
I'm here to stay
but not hangin with em
I'll smash ya, bash ya ,i'll suck it to ya
But my lyrics they will go right though ya
u mit think i'm wack
cus my skin ayblack
but u can't talk smack
cus whitey just struck back