[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Crack you like a twig, you're like a faggot rockin a wig
The adopted kid, obnoxious stepchild, your real mom's a pig
That's how I classify these dumb crabs, a bunch of scumbags
Quick, to pull a gat but look at that, your gun jams cuntrag
You come in handy when the pussy's bleedin'
But YOU the pussy bleedin right now, but no you ain't dreamin'
Just because we righteous doesn't mean we ain't schemin'
How the fuck you think we kill devils and slay demons?
You be the type to smoke cats who dip they blunts in semen
We hit your wife off, barely heard that slut screamin
PCP and marijuana had a dusty meetin' last evenin'
Oh shit I think your moms beepin'
Word that's her number no doubt, yo I'mma break out
First I get some Chinese takeout, then scope Jake out
Parked on the corner of your mother's building, waitin for me
But I broke out before the story and those devils never saw me
[Verse 2: Goretex]
To my kid Sultan the Shiek, rap freak, sew all you tricks in heat
We'll crack your meat for bein sweet, don't even try to sleep
I'm full length, you're a snippet tape, I bend a state
But you trade in Jakes while your ass inflates, it dictates
What a fag you are, upper drag stag of Zanzibar
Rockin tennis shorts, a pro at cub sports like Benetar
Fuck a figure four, I lace 'em with a clean and jerk
Smoke a fuckin pound and watch these cats go berzerk
I terrorize all cities, you bout to feel my work
Mexican cats in shades, heavy D.A.'d from planes
Then the bass pumps like Flavor Flav, how {?} seems on dark days
Federal agents on fatal car chase
Drivin the flatlands until I hit Ralph, caught the stench
In the rotten projects, bag a left and I'm out
Crack you like a twig, you're like a faggot rockin a wig
The adopted kid, obnoxious stepchild, your real mom's a pig
That's how I classify these dumb crabs, a bunch of scumbags
Quick, to pull a gat but look at that, your gun jams cuntrag
You come in handy when the pussy's bleedin'
But YOU the pussy bleedin right now, but no you ain't dreamin'
Just because we righteous doesn't mean we ain't schemin'
How the fuck you think we kill devils and slay demons?
You be the type to smoke cats who dip they blunts in semen
We hit your wife off, barely heard that slut screamin
PCP and marijuana had a dusty meetin' last evenin'
Oh shit I think your moms beepin'
Word that's her number no doubt, yo I'mma break out
First I get some Chinese takeout, then scope Jake out
Parked on the corner of your mother's building, waitin for me
But I broke out before the story and those devils never saw me
[Verse 2: Goretex]
To my kid Sultan the Shiek, rap freak, sew all you tricks in heat
We'll crack your meat for bein sweet, don't even try to sleep
I'm full length, you're a snippet tape, I bend a state
But you trade in Jakes while your ass inflates, it dictates
What a fag you are, upper drag stag of Zanzibar
Rockin tennis shorts, a pro at cub sports like Benetar
Fuck a figure four, I lace 'em with a clean and jerk
Smoke a fuckin pound and watch these cats go berzerk
I terrorize all cities, you bout to feel my work
Mexican cats in shades, heavy D.A.'d from planes
Then the bass pumps like Flavor Flav, how {?} seems on dark days
Federal agents on fatal car chase
Drivin the flatlands until I hit Ralph, caught the stench
In the rotten projects, bag a left and I'm out
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