I’m comin’ thru your hood /
No matter the co-ordinance
Tearin’ up your block, mane /
With heavy ordinance
I don’t know the spot /
From whence you came
So I’m touchin’ every town /
dude, lettin’ these shots rain
Leavin’ them blood stains /
All over your fitted mane
Lyrical lacerations got you feelin’/
Nothin’ but intense pain
As I’m shatterin’ ya frame /
With vocabulary in-sane
Syllable-ly gifted /
Spittin’ off of the brain
Get off of me mane /
You do seem like a real cool dude to me /
So I won’t do you real bad /
like I be doin’ these textcees usually
Murdering them brutally /
Yada-da-meen... I’m like Idi Amin /
When it comes to human cruelty
I be laughin’ at you newbies /
Thinkin’ that you can ruin, B
I can rock an arena full of ghosts /
And they still wouldn’t be booin’ me
Performin’ lyrical surgery /
Blunt smokin’!! /
Two or three /
Lines at a time is what “I Be Strokin’”
Like Clarence Carter /
Movin’ like Chris Carter /
In the open
Attackin’ like a Viking /
And you're on the defensive
Man, that shit you spit /
Is really offensive
Literally bitch shit /
Like mascara and lipstick
The only “biscuits” you’ve ever held /
were made by Bisquick
game faker than press-ons /
If your “dope” could speak /
It would sing “I’m Tired of Bein’ Stepped On.”
Get this pussy a tampon /
I’m leavin’ it bleedin’
sittin' in front of his computer /
lyrically misconceive'n
barely breathin' /
Somebody ban this fool /
‘cause we don’t even need ‘em
Round three I’m comin’ /
I’m through with this dude
Now, that’s what I call /
a “Furious 32”
...bars that is.
God Bless