[Intro: Tame One]
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh (Formaldyhide sammiches)
North Face gooses, South Orange Avenue producers
East Coast is the loosest (Yeah)
West District is ruthless (Boom Squad, nigga!)
We leave you toothless (P-P-P)
Eastern Conference All Stars, ah!
Ghetto Stars (Like this)
[Verse 1: Tame One]
The hip-hop Anthony Perkins, constantly merking
For certain. Excuse me. Y’all say for sheez-ay
Dogs like me be like, “We want Eazy!”
Tame One be talking greasy, this be Tamer
D-Day, burning more red lines than eight major
Freeways. My motto is, “Fuck you, don’t
Follow.” Skirts who won’t swallow’ll get stunt
Tomorrow. Oh well, I still can’t tell. You acting
Beat, bitch. Beat it. No secret, I’ll merk you
Half-weeded, my bars are like Xanaxes
Broken down to fours, they bring down yours
Enpsychlopedia Brown kick it in, punk!
[Verse 2: Copywrite]
In this most aggressive artform, none of you bastards want it
‘Cause I don’t paint on a canvas, I slam rappers on it
Laughing at clowns with their demos, passing ‘em out
Pass it to me, get it tossed to the trash with a smile
Bad Boy with a long barrel that’s all narrow
Shyne behind bars like Jamal Barrow
You got a cast-iron stomach? Let’s see how
Strong it is when I cock this and blast iron from it
You flow sick but too slow spitting your coldest
I’ll come up with a cure before any symptoms are noticed
You trying to shit on me? It’s a dream. I got
A way/weigh with words like alphabet soup on a triple beam
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh (Formaldyhide sammiches)
North Face gooses, South Orange Avenue producers
East Coast is the loosest (Yeah)
West District is ruthless (Boom Squad, nigga!)
We leave you toothless (P-P-P)
Eastern Conference All Stars, ah!
Ghetto Stars (Like this)
[Verse 1: Tame One]
The hip-hop Anthony Perkins, constantly merking
For certain. Excuse me. Y’all say for sheez-ay
Dogs like me be like, “We want Eazy!”
Tame One be talking greasy, this be Tamer
D-Day, burning more red lines than eight major
Freeways. My motto is, “Fuck you, don’t
Follow.” Skirts who won’t swallow’ll get stunt
Tomorrow. Oh well, I still can’t tell. You acting
Beat, bitch. Beat it. No secret, I’ll merk you
Half-weeded, my bars are like Xanaxes
Broken down to fours, they bring down yours
Enpsychlopedia Brown kick it in, punk!
[Verse 2: Copywrite]
In this most aggressive artform, none of you bastards want it
‘Cause I don’t paint on a canvas, I slam rappers on it
Laughing at clowns with their demos, passing ‘em out
Pass it to me, get it tossed to the trash with a smile
Bad Boy with a long barrel that’s all narrow
Shyne behind bars like Jamal Barrow
You got a cast-iron stomach? Let’s see how
Strong it is when I cock this and blast iron from it
You flow sick but too slow spitting your coldest
I’ll come up with a cure before any symptoms are noticed
You trying to shit on me? It’s a dream. I got
A way/weigh with words like alphabet soup on a triple beam
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!