Lyrics
Step to the squad, Fuck 1 bullet, catch 3 in the eye
Ride down the ave, pounds of hash in the Jeep that i drive
You beating me? Not easily, So rethink ya strategy
I'll leave you fucks dead Ever After without the Happily
be mad at me, im passing geeks in the faster lane
talk big, i spark 5th's, then u left with half a brain
Im past the rain, ive mastered games, in for cash and fame
Get blasted if u ask if im spastik'ly insane
So bastards get it faster.. If u after all my cream
I'll kill you in ya sleep, So i can shatter all ya dreams
laugh, and got some teeth, Ill bash 'em in the street
Im just a teacher at harvard, simply passin all you geeks!
gass'd up, but you weak, go lift some weights
fall, woosy, Cuz your ALL PUSSY like the shit u just ate
So the clip is in the K, but dont forget about the A
47 at the the end, Leave u forgettin half ya face
if u spittin at me, lame, ill be ripping out ya frame
This fuck's left with His guts, breath slipping out his brain
Fuck this spittin, ill slay, All faggots in my way
I'm chris rock in shows, u a Bob Saggot on stage
You'll be salvaged where you lay, when i robbing your pockets
stop the shots? Kids got a better chance finding pac and the lochness
stop all this hot shit, or I'll be blasting ya optics
Out the back of ya head, face splattered in the cock pit
But watch this, im not stopping, Im the never-ending sickness
You just a fucking bull-dyke cuz u aint getting with this
so step it up you midgets, im too blessed with all these gifts, shit
Ill have ya girl on me, like medals on winners at the olympics
So piss in the wind, fuck the shit that im in
I'm like a race to die of AIDS, im too SICK not to win!
From the scripts ive written, im known as a G
You mini-mother fucker's just a little clone'age of me!
Alone on this peak, Haters bein phonies and cheats
I'm a Xbox360, you an unused Sony PSP
So im cravin a beat, But ya'll cowards no challenge
A natural disaster, J puts whole squads power outta balance
So talented when rappin, Sharks are seeing my skills
I kill like Jason, You kill nobody like the horror of Amityville
Damn, i'm for real, if you stand- i'll dismantle ya dudes
Your like Tim Allen on Home Improvement, you can't handle the tool
Run like Barry Sanders does moves, but dont chase my glory
Fakers bore me, Get chased with mase, duck taped then mourned kid
Left with no trace, no place of story
Then ya tapes get burned at ya funeral, forgotten, for sakes of mourning
Switch it up, Spit the tough shit that blows speakers
We hold heaters, hotter than degrees the suns known to reach ta'
So sew the game shut, ive blown bast bein known, chump
I'm spittin raps, u swallowin more than a hoe's lunch
So hold up, get blown up, for talking nasty
Sparking the larkin, If u tyrants are walkin past me
