Here comes the boom, with the hip hop bash as I smash and crash
How many gangsta rappers are gonna last?
Not one, they got done, I had fun
doin em and screwin em and booin em and chewin em
I`m slick and I`m quick, up my sleeve is a trick
Hey! So what, I use funky drummers, suck my dick.
I`m still thick, with murderous beats and heavy kick
and I`m sick of the so-called shots ya gonna lick
I slam and I slam and I slam, did I mention that I slam
don`t eat spinach but I yam what I yam
death-defyin like a circus, I work this
mic, you can`t jerk this, off-beat on purpose
I never smoke dope, I don`t carry a nine
I ain`t no hustler with bitches on my mind
gangstas are swimming in the water,
I oughta, boom bash and slaughta
I`ma break it down, and I do mean down, yo way down,
so far downtown the devil`s gonna call it underground
and niggaz betta know the fuckin score
cuz I`m raw, like eddy,
and like confetti they get tore
up, from the floor, up,
there`s no time
and my spits gettin sprayed in ya face as I rhyme
so run run run, ya better head for the hills
get ya gun gun gun, and ya cyanide pills
and a rope for ya neck, and a razor for your wrists
cuz I`m pissed, and it`s suicide to battle this
ummm, highly explosive, material
grand imperial, pour me on cereal
cuz I flow from the belly of a cow
wipe ya brow, how ya like me now
You can get with this, or you can get with that
but you can`t get with the man with the mad snap hat
I take em out with one blow to the cerebellum
and tell `em, my jams are so funky you can smell `em
rhyme for rhyme, head for head with a one go
i come from brooklyn, it`s wild like a jungle
yeah, you might get a cap jack, ya act wack,
I carry a can of flat black in my napsack
lookin for a wall to tag up, and brag up
and rag up, yo nigga yo digga raise the flag up
I click click my heels, and good is how it feels
there`s no place like home and chrome on ya wheels
chasin through the projects, I lose you
hope I didn`t bruise you, I cruise through
your neighborhood, in a chevrolet impala
dropped to the ground and, makin the girls holla
rollin, rollin, rollin, I`m rollin
sorry officer, the car ain`t stolen
i really don`t care what you thought of me
i oughta be, far from orderly
in my fashion, i boom and i bash and
