Lyrics
Its appearantly so appearant, that this rap game needs reprimanding,
and I am the one with the hand extended... giggling...
smackin cats backhanded, the flow is so outstandin....
you other motherfuckas are so transpearant,
Alien Style, my tactics are stomach tearing,
Eiksta be rippin tracks, laughin at burning kittens,
swerving in the whip just to hit them,
tossing babies out 4 story windows, just to see whats inside their mental,
Lotta goofy mothafuckas eating lolli-pops, flossin in their shitty whips, its gotta stop,
The man of steele couldn't break me down, check me out,
I'm bout to rape these clowns, put em underground,
I'll tie you up to a chair, and let your grow a full weeks beard,
and pluck out each of the hairs...
I'll admit I'm just so amazing, and its blatent that the dutch I'm blazin,
is filled with some herb thats Jamaican, while I'm takin,
turns turning turn-tables and makin, hits that sound old people eating bacon,
tear your arm off at the shoulder, hit you with a boulder,
fling gasoline and toss a match to your corolla,
watch it blow up, vicariously from a distance,
and laugh when you run from the house all pissed and,
duck tape your mouth, once I get you in the house,
then kill your family on by one so you can see how,
stick a knife in the gut of your wife, and twist it in as she begins to cry,
I'll eat your fruit loops, then move on to something bigger,
take a good look in the eyes of a cerel killer,
make sure I take the cherrios before I go,
grab a bowl and some milk for the road...
Motherfucka, I can splatter your brain cells like spaghetti sauce,
I'm the boss, with my hands on my fuckin balls,
While you singing "Deck The Halls", I'm screamin "Deck Your Mom",
With a shot from a fuckin openhanded palm,
I'll gyrate till your bitchs cums,
then pull out and give some dick to your mom,
I'll fuck her in her asshole, fast then real slow,
and punch her in the dome, so it tightens up when I blow,
I'm a mad man, someone should stop me,
I learned from the best Surgeon General (Miagi)
We can face-off like it motherfuckin hockey,
unless your bitch ass is too motherfuckin soggy,
I'll throw you in a box, with no lock or key,
and you'll stay inside out of fear of me,
Close your weary eyes bitch, and drift away,
Or today can be the day, I pull the k and let it spray,
