This That Heat Supa Emcee (Ft. Konflict)

[Intro: Supa Emcee & Konflict]
Grimy niggas, niggas (Come on)
We make motherfuckin', niggas
We mix motherfuckin' Palmerolide with our mothefuckin' Hennessey nigga
Nigga and act real stupid nigga
Hah, hah hah hah, clownin'
With a drop of bleach, bitch

[Verse 1: Konflict & Supa Emcee]
If your hands ain't high and your head ain't moving
You must be dead or deaf 'cause we groovin'
Think fast fucker but I don't dance
I play the set Al Bundy with my hand in my pants
Keep cooling, don't hype your felons
'Cause on the floor you can get it, I'm maniac like mics and [?]
Hello, hell is low and I'm high
Supa is fly, you can eat shit and die
If you think otherwise, we lyrically justify
[H.P. day drama?] to fuck them other guys (Yeah)
I'm my skull I think of crack and bones
Two of 'em a piece to let you know what crap I'm on
Almighty, too frightening, flow strike tracks like lightening
And destruct you [?]
Fraudulent [flimsies?] I don't like 'em (Yeah)
'Cause when it's one you fools can dash like [?] (Yo, yo, yo)