stepping to a killa
you reckon you illa strong enough to snap the f*** ing neck of a gorilla
cause ima do it for the f*** in music till im dead
cupids in the shed with a chainsaw use it till its red
i aint gonna be the one to trip and fall in love
cause ima be the one whos never gonna call her up
I don't wanna be with you quit f*** ing with the man
telling me you miss me when you want a puppet on your hand
thinking ima quit and ima be the one to fall down
ima be independent for you i know we all clown
Ah ha!, i know you lovin the motherf*** er with passion
what happened to rapping
you aint ready for what im about to bring
cause when you think you ready you know you aint ready for a thing
heavy with a wing, tell me when you steppin in the ring
you aint going a minute or a f*** in second with the king
i hope you get it cause im ahead of these rappers
inside of they head i meddle im pettling faster
gotta get in heaven so the devil im after
i step in and bash his head in with a kettle the bastard
almost stood a chance, matter fact he never would of man
a couple rappers by my side with a hooded mask
we shook the map, in the lab we always cook it fast
we attack with a stab and a crooked axe
