You against
me.. No contest
My tongue hydraulics
Strong enough to flip a 64 impala with 3 adult passengers
and a 4 hundred pound driver
And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva
Rubberface rappers get, stretched like elastic
Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular
Slapping you, like a white water rafter
Or a Olympic kayaker, paddling across the Niagara
My afterburners'll be burning you after
You body already been splashed with acid
And you turn to ashes
Assassins camouflaged in the grass blasting
Leaving blood all over you lady like Jackie O'Nassis
I'll fly you body outta Dallas
Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses
I'll tell 'em that you got murdered over some East West
beef, between rappers
Radio stations'll express they sadness
Play classics back to back and pass out 'Stop The Violence'
pamphlets
Just imagine, every night you girls fucking you best friend
While you in hell throwing tantrums
I'll be lamping in a mansion somewhere out in the Hampton's
Giving some pretty ass bitch a spanking
Nigga you can't win
I'm laughing cause you a has been
You'll never get you groove back
So don't even bother asking, Angela Bassett
You'll just get you ass kicked
Get you head chopped off and dropped in a basket
My left arms taken but my right ones free
That means I could diss another muthafuckin' Emcee
With rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels
I fire pistols, hit you with miniature missiles
Riddle you body with holes then watch the blood sprinkle
You probably had no idea what you was getting into
On the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible
Fuck you |
