Chorus (All): (x2)
Catchin` Whiplash!
Nowadays everybody wanna get cash
Whiplash!
Tryin` to make a hit smash
Whiplash!
Fuckin` wit` the MBs?
Think fast, you`ll catch a bad case of whiplash
[Styles]
Yo, let`s get right into this
Styles on the mic, omnipotent
Average rapper`s times limited, to rhymes imminent
MB`s skills unfadable, y`all`s debatable
Y`all get on the mic and little kid`s go can we play that too?
I slide your girl just `cause you`re bothering me
While you`re bangin` on the door she talking
How `bout some privacy?
I`m quite humorous, women bag numerous
Arrogant rapper with a bad case of hubris
Don`t lose my gist, vocab illuminous
Girl you takin` out while doing it, well, if you insist
Relax I`m just mackin` it for practice
Yo she playin` hard to get but she ain`t that good an actress
That`s it, y`all can say what you like
But the fact MBs whip y`all in shape on the mic
That`s right
Chorus (x2)
[Chops]
Cats don`t want to see no part of Chops
I get more trim than barbershops
Tag your ass like I was a graf-head
Plus I be running through marching lot
I`m hard to stop, `cause while you stir the pot
I`m gettin` it on wit` your john in the parking lot
Damagin` cones, up on your gramophones
Introducin` the ??, servin` heads like Indiana Jones
Chops, MBs, we on the rostigory (?), and plus, I bust
Get up in that ass like a suppository
Superfly like ??, we rappin` for the east detention
All up in there, spreading, just like a yeast infection
Had it rough, now we in the house and laugh it up
I`m like a sumo gettin` the drawers, because I`m fat as fuck
Tried to get the best of the complex, but it`s no contest
We comin` off just like a bomblet
Why you couldn`t stand me? The shit that I`m creatin`
leave you shakin` like a kid whose family left you with a british nanny
Chorus (x2)
[Peril-L]
Peril-L I`m pleased to meet you tonight
MB`s the feature inside
Release the creature within, proceed to eat you girls
In bleachers, sellin` t-shirts, bras, and g-strings
Some drawers and keyrings, toss from me to king
>From the lost world, produced, rare flows, born and raised
I used to wear clothes that was torn and frayed
Let`s be warned I`m crazed, with the sword that slays
My, blows to the ears, `cause over the years
I`ve been scorned and praised
Hated and loved, now rated above
The best, gold-plated glove, caress the mic
Great enough to bless, since the erogenous
The misogynous, I won`t have step on virgin MCs, androgynous
They don`t have sex, dodge my fist, came to reclaim my properties
And put a stop to these, pseudo hip hop monotonies
Like living fast, big cash, switches and monopolies
I`m giving cats whiplash, like bitches that`s on top of me
Chorus (x2)
Catchin` Whiplash!
Nowadays everybody wanna get cash
Tryin` to make a hit smash
Uh... yeah
