Freestyle Joe Budden (Ft. Styles P)

Intro: Styles P (Talking)

Real MC shit you know
Jedi's on deck pay attention
Fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout?

Verse 1: Styles P

Lyrical last dragon, acid saliva
Guns are the bars yeah the casket provide it
You can ask a survior, you can ask a supplier
He's hot headed, he'll leave you as masses on fire
I'm the ghost rider that'll kill your ghost writer
Make him OD on heroin, he's a dope writer
If you had it written don't you tell me that you spittin'
Imma say you bullshittin' and go suck a dick
And get a hand gun and stand there and take this ass whippin'
Yeah, I'm 41 but you ain't got to act dumb nigga
I ain't got a problem killing 41 young niggas
14 years ago I had 41 guns nigga
I was movin' work at like 41 slums nigga
Told my nigga Budden we don't always get along
But one things for sure, we can have a rap discussion
We know we got bars and these little niggas don't
Let's lock 'em up, just slaughter 'em, make it look disgusting
Cut from a cloth that God made
Waring in the devils' land when I want to war knockin' 'I Pray'
Could kill MC's for like 5 days
I'm talkin' Monday through Friday
Go and pick up then dump 'em on the highway
Yeah, you should know that the ghost here
Space ghost, kill 'em all, then say the coast clear (yeah)