[Eon]
Murderous on mics, and my alibis a comedy
The evidence has got to be printed on the quantigy
The Cannibus Cup poll panelists, award analysts
We don`t build this shit, we dismantle it
Turnin` icy rocks to little rubber piles
White hop meltin` up space shuttle tiles
Bring that crap to your lap with desktop
Or end up like George Pop at the rest stop
[Copywrite]
Spit `til your chest pop, still can`t get a guest stop
Only way you pushin` whips is workin` at a sex shop
The hot hole theif, with a glock so creep
You might as well be Amish, you ain`t got no heat
Plus y`all ain`t shit, never was shit, never will be
If you pull out a nine, barretta, milli, you better kill me
A canibal, beat my dates, then I beat the case
Fuck the pssy your Honor, I just want to eat the face
[Chorus, Eon] - 2X
You know where to hide at
We know where you ride at
Smoke too much dro, can`t deny that
Gotta bounce to the rest to like that
Eon and Copywrite bitch
You best rewind that
[Copywrite]
I`ll shoot a pop star if you don`t gimme everything out the wallet
Drop bars like a recovering alcoholic
Got cowards bitchin`, burried in crack is how I`m shittin`
Flippin` the clip and spittin` until I`m outta writtens
You want some? Son I blaze through mics
Y`all don`t know my name
Your mom`s dumb and the bitch ain`t raised you right
Got flows to make you know what fear God
You`re tryin` real hard to blow
Instead you`re blowin` real hard
[Eon]
You know when I feel odd, and I catch a chill too
You really ain`t shit `til Suge Knight wanna kill you
Spit shit nicer than my enemy`s style
Go black, still get booed like Destiny`s Child
At first union, it`s the worst human
I`m much tuned out to rather be tuned in
I just laugh when they throw their heat
Cause their shit sound like an old two-way beat
[Chorus] - 2X
[Eon]
Eon been rhymin` since the move Bombin`
Cause me and mic booths got too much in common
Both transmit amp shit
Even if you put me on the same mic you amped the band with
I turn your dome peice to Sausage McMuffin
Apply candy yams and a Stove Top Stuffin`
Cause E.C. came straight from B. Street
I`m high, but I`m risin` much more than three feet
[Copywrite]
I barely spoke and got `em open wide
So when I make noise, make room
All jokes aside
Watch your kids, this cat is thirsty
I expose you raw seeds like a bag of dirt weed
Lord forgive me for what I`m admittin` to
In the confession booth, repentin` for sins I didn`t do
Read the bible drunk with my tongue inside a nun
Use my dick for a Rolex, my time has come
[Chorus] - 2X
