Lyrics
Knum-skull, call me thick headed,I wear that ass out, you gettin retreaded,
Dont know me, forget it, get shredded, foot in your ass size 10 embedded,
dont give shit, a twister or a mad fuck, quiet class eyes front, let tha teacher instruct,
pick up your books, and throw 'em out tha window, swoop up tha mic, pause and hit tha endo,
time for recess let tha games begin, if you gonna play tha game, betta play to win,
fightin to wreck shop, dont stop, cant drop,gotta crawl on tha bottom 'fore ya reach tha top,
fuel that fire, turn your drama to energy, soon you'll be feelin it jus like Hennesey,
lyrical tendacies, microphone depency, make your destiny what tha fuck you want it to be,
rhym-mitic handler, lyrical channeler,fuck tryin to be pro, this game is fuckin amatuer,
wizard of my craft, call me a warlock, better yet the electrician cuz I put you all in shock,
retrievin flowz like stolen property, lettin yall know ya cant take not a thing from me,
sicc wit it like body rot,secrect location, nuttin but Western Civil-i-zation,
That what I gotta do to get my point across, If you dont follow my lead ya may end up lost...
no time to pause, bullshit or stall tha jackpots overflowin, Yall....its winner take all..
Thats what I gotta do to get my point across, If you dont follow my lead ya may end up lost...
like creatine, I blow up tha spot, oversized eMCeez step up, and they drop,
gotta plot on them, before they plot on yours, leave'em rejected like a dirty bitch wit cold sores
them fakers had their chance so now its your turn, leave ya red in face like I was flash burn,
puttin hurt on yall, think Im fuckin jokin,leave your jaw broken, I'll take that shit you was smokin,
you bring featherweight flows to a non-contender match, I write this shit, I dont freestyle BATCH!!!!
Bring a bright light to my dope written lyric, strippers love my shit, playaz love to hear it,
test my aggenda, a microphone apprehender, dont front or transform,I know you's a pretender
Trick, dont disturb me, Im eatin chicken wangs,fuckin around have my foot tangled in your G-string,
fake ass rappers,act like they wrapped up in panties, I'll see this game, toss in a chip and up the ante',
put on your poker face, I'll call your bluff, Im a par 2 hole, your 3rd shot's in tha ruff,
got tha right stuff, to keep ya comin back for more, put bitches asses in tha air, and knees on tha floor,
but I dont got love for hoes, or them fools how ya figga, all Im givin a fuck about is my weed and my liquor,
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lyrical abbrasions,lacerations and leizions, try you for treason,tha reason why ya quit breathin,
cant be stopped remain spontanious, miscillnious mutthafuckaz, get took out simultaneous,
just a message for those who wanna appose, haters thowin stones at my door, only makes my ego grow,
got them infultraitors, hog tied in tha basement, put 'em under tha driveway, 6 feet under pavement,
payment....for lost wages,flip through tha pages, my verba-listic rages just may put me in better places,
people out on that streets be diggin my shit, Stop me sayin " when you gon bust out some more hits",
sluggs fired, headed for tha underground hitlist, any one who dont want my CD must be fuckin dickless,
I rip that real shit, that drama means shit, epicap syrup drinkin,grip tha pistol then loose your cookies type shit,
meanin that siccness offending atrosity, speak only what I see, thanks for your generosity,
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Written by Dirty Harry 6 - 8 - 2002
