song by me and lung, i'm the guy doin the second verse on it. recorded: july 2003.
George Fox is a regional rap superstar soon to take over the world with his incredible talent that has never before been witnessed or heard by human ears.
Story behind the song
lung asked me to do a song with him for his upcoming album. He sent me the beat and I instantly fell in love with it and i ripped it and sent it back, this is the results! the lyrics here are just for my verse not lung's.
Lyrics
i paint vivid pictures, of vicious bitches
leavin your liver twisted with hit or miss shit
if this was big brother you'd get evicited
i'm a dangerous atheist, stop spittin basic shit
you need to face this shit
your rhymes have less substance than a naked bitch
i'll leave you achin bitch, lacin shit in bandages
the scandalous vandolous criminal
fuck stirrin up beef i cook sandwiches
are you a man or bitch?
i'll leave you without a hand to stitch with
I'll stick a bitch in the missionary position
and litter right in her kitten
smoke with prescription to get permission
and with precision i'm pissin right out my dick an
when i'm kickin your teeth in when your eatin
fuck meeting, i'm defeating you grade C things
i'm beating you to death leaving you leaking in Peking
firin heat seeking missiles deleting foes
next batter up to get your neck shattered, duck
when you see the lead scatter, BUCK
i'm the head basher, but i'll beat you dead, mash ya up
i'll have less of that, you cant mess with that
don't even F with that, i'll leave you dead in fact
if you wanna leave with your head in tact then start stepping back
whenever I rap it has to be nasty
i left you fractured with ass kicked
arms and legs, left em actually plastered
now you back to be blasted
if you act up and ask it
what? the question if G can flow or not
i don't give a fuck if i rap for the dough or not
i'll rap in any weather, snow or hot
rap til PWP go on top, rap til i'm low on pot
connect the dots...i disrespect the cops
say one thing about me and i'll set it off
dissin and dissin... and it'll never stop
til i'm left on top, the feds can rot
packin more heat than a kettle pot
when i let the metal pop
rainin bullets like a celebration when the confetti drop
PWP comin with more foot soldiers than bebop and rocksteady got
i'm gonna be rappin forever, so i'm never broke
and like pac i'm hopin my true mother fuckers know
this be the realest shit i ever wrote
