You Have Agreed, Not To Try This At Home. Anything Else
[Proof]
Who am I?
I`m a basterd, I stolen off ya and blast at ya
Smokin` more blacks than the part time wars in Africa
I`ll ?? out the martyrs for beef
Rest in piece alot of you reef(?) designing your greef
By snatchin` your brother, smackin` your lover
Paralizing your cousins, smokin` your mother`s husbands
A dozen chosen showguns to shotguns
Roll up on you with no guns but still pop one
I bomb like napalm from the curb to your house
And Please God the last words out ya mouth
No affiliates, just dogs and troops
Most lyin` death than this morgue and roots
All we choose to beef, I bring spatulas
Flip it and throw it back at ya, so bring your gat with ya
Spectacular murder manufacturer, fuck binacular
Only heaters talkin, I`m trappin ya just to flattin ya
Hop in the accura, roll up on the back of ya
Chill out in 5, and then them niggaz act alive
I smoke branches from off the tree tops
I hang with real niggaz, PA`s, PK`s and Pete Rock
Y`all niggaz with pre-ops, spill blood and Reeboks
Don`t discriminate blastin rookies on the e-box(?)
Your streetforce envolves just for excitement
Like if you wasnt you never heard of enditement
I sum it up quick so that you can understand me
Fuck you, your crew, your bitch and your whole family
[Bizarre]
Bizarre`s a villin, bitch I ain`t illin
I`ll pull your fucking head off while your ass is winddillin`
Go heads the triggers of the penot scott villian(?)
Vericons(?) march, atleast shoot a million
Dirty Dozen the first week? at least a billion
If not, it`s back to robbing and stealin`
Bizarre`s the illest, the shitty is the worst
A thousand dollars for any nigga that can last longer than a verse
And what`s the worst is I don`t give a damn
Offer Garth Brooks a stolen grand am
Come to your record label, take all your doe
Take your rap name and have your manager booking you shows
I don`t gove a fuck if we don`t get along
Bitches know my name without the Slim Shady song, bitch..
We in this bitch with DJ Butter
Who gives a fuck?
We in this bitch with Wallstreet and we don`t give a fuck about nothing
You Have Agreed, Not To Try This At Home. Anything Else?
[Royce Da 5`9]
Yeah yeah..
What`s my motherfucking name? Royce Nickle Nine
A messiah of all, much higher than y`all, undeniably raw
Quick to blow the fuck up and reform again
The bomb threat re-occured, re-warn your men
I promise you get toared up and re-torn again
Not one slur or word will be re-born again
As long as the shit cracks and they turn a loop up
I spit it until it`s pitch black and burn the roof up
Better step the fuck up for the shit getting spit
Turns to whips getting lit, turns to tick-tick-tick
Niggaz be rapping just for the clubs, just for the love
That hit you had in the club sound like shit in the truck
That`s why I love that nigga X, cause he raised my brow
With every rhyme, without having to take my style
It`ll be a cold day in hell when these two soldiers lay in hell
Talk to me
[Billy Nix]
Billy Nix, I`m really sick of this silly shit
Rappers, get on the mic, swearing they`re really spit
But you really fake, tough guy stop at your thirty-eight
Drop your gloves and get taped, stop with your murder rate
Alot of kids listening to you
Wishing they you, wishing they was in a position with you to piss on their crew
Buttfuck all your sickness, we got the medicine
I`d rather piss on the capital, shit on the president
X-Government, still flowing, still showing
I know where you niggaz come from, know where you niggaz going
We was all raised in the same dangerous cell
Understand I ain`t a stranger to hell, I just don`t like it
Rappers say the same thing getting retired
So I write something I like and pray that you bite it
Take an old gangsta rapper and make him retire
Take a young conscious rapper and keep him inspired
Black man, where you at man, take a stand
They taking this rap shit like they took our land
Fuck America that`s right, you ain`t hear me stutter
Wallstreet, Dirty Dozen with DJ Butter
