调：E minor
Verse 1
Verse 2
haven't paid dues
by terminating you
Verse 3
I can snap, rap, pack,
click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take Take Take Take that ass to the point
you have to ask for your ass back
A fucking joker smoker,
taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple
I would've turned out a shogun
Smack the any-and-all talk, talk, talk,
jokers I can't hawk
And all that shit I hear about me
losing is small talk
I ain't a punk,
I'll slot ya, furthermore I don't scare chief
The reason I called you 'pussy' 'cause you are what you eat,
each
this is my fucking shop
You're smiling backstage doing mother,
ugh, doggy style
Check out this style that I've
See silly slapping suckers,
sorry saps and slouchers
Straps slamming stouch, macking this mass
is savvy
We see so-so-songs and and
and some shots, so
Snaps stepping separate,
start slowly, go solo
Set the cassette stereo,
sounds diffing
Stood the Sagittarian, some
marriage is a system
Smoke the joker,
three times over
And owe her, go with the flow
Em
Interlude 1
Verse 4
Smile and give your face something
the fuck to do
Someone needs to hit and run ya
to run ya ass over backwards
Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up
Grab your microphone,
battle time shown up
Any freestyle I see while I prowl
I dial a new style,
tell me about ooh-chow
I smoke your skull,
Get the things he needs? Remember
how blistery?
You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap
You can't kill me, I step into your dreams,
you feel me
Slicin' your life away,
just like I might today
I eat you the psycho way, I'm
ripping shit right away,
Take you to a sure you can fly,
just jump slut
in a motherfucking water fight
So proud I'm sure,
I'll smoke ya
Verse 5
Em
The only way you would be getting
dis jump like a girlie
Is if your father would've bothered
to pull it out early
You ain't got a single drip drop,
you're stripped of hip-hop
If If I see ya disagreeing,
you'll be getting your shit dropped
It's extended version,
the side you can't fuck with
You'll get the jimmy MC,
you're swift to kick the bucket
I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy,
place your price high
Bet on a battle rhymer,
tell my chances are sky high
Never would you ever get the thriller,
say y'all sweat
"Ya know that kid Treach, I took
him out, he was no threat"
Because you know I'm better
than that on my worst day
Taking competition's what
Verse 6
I do in the worst way
I bored and ignored ya,
then boringly floored ya
my collar ain't wooden
bless the children
Physically, facially, racially made to be
Crazily paid or G, what
a fucking way to be
Hot damn, I'm a man with
a hand plan
This smack that then attract
the new game plan
C
Am
Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test
then go to the next step
That's what I prove, that's what I move,
that's what I give
Bite what I might get,
then up and say "I quit"
Outro 1
Em
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C
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