Y'all motherfuckers buckle y'all motherfuckin seatbelts If you need to get high there's a mask and shit in the overhead compartment I can't tell y'all what the weather's like 'cause my radio's fucked up And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty Don't panic take one more hit off the oxygen mask Calmly put your hands between your legs And kiss your black ass goodbye!! When I send my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus I'm swift like a motherfuckin gift for Christmas My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground Let me be blunt: I like crackin brews with bitches The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatEVER Rainin on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin I got clapped on, now I'm the one doin the clappin I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex blow tape decks when I'm more strapped than latex Felt like menopause, I make niggaz act like beatches Woo! I just don't give a FUCK Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin -- with they ass full of stitches I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia I'm droppin 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert Travel around my curse universe Droppin the slang, I'll bust your brains with the real shit Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it Abuse niggaz verbally so call Dyfus I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I didn't kill Cyrus I get as ill as chief of police on narcotic Noorotic, my style format rocks the project Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick your funky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin? I'm in the world, with Jacob's Ladder I'm seein a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthma They attackin me, they slowin they rhymes down actually But it's no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere They got factories with little dolls named after me pressed-in, I take advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin Newark New Jersey's what I represent Iiiiiiiyiiiihhhhh My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's home Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I roll a spliff with and to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome in So what the fuck I got clapped on for my truck Fat to be passed through Bedrock and Diamond District Then I laughed cause fuck the cash I just wanted my tape bag Fantastic fabulous my shit is fat shit The bomb like Elway throw bombs on John Madden Fuck that, let's get to the point, my shit's the joint, I roast Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets PPP packs a bunch of wild motherfuckers Hold hold hold, wait wait wait Let me school this bitch Yo bitch my shit is tight, can any MC do this *sounds of sex* And come back on the mic? I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots Sayin I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me On blocks where your punk ass still bustin off slingshots Talkin shit about me when I'm drivin by slowly Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back and let your moms give me cornrows on my crack Cause I'm nasty like that Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com