文本歌词

Who wanna flip with the acrobatic
From ground zero all the way to attic what we be smokin tical
The resevoir is now open
I swim the english channel backstrokin you don't know me or my style
We hold court and blow trial
You catch 'cal when you browse through my x files who be next now
Man's down hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down I dedicate this next dart
To my f**king heart
Little meth he the best part now walk with that one word
Time time 4 sum aksion
Dreamin bout toni braxton blowin her back out like bob backlund
I'm throwin wrestlin holds
Tag team with funk doc we in funk mode take yo' best shot
If it don't hip it don't hop
If it don't quit it don't stop that's the life
I be the super lyrical individual I be splittin through
That teflon material to knock big ben off of schedule
Better move with a set of tools
I be doin it to mics when I'm a heterosexual
I load the mic then cock drop it like three quarters
When I slaughter don't get caught in the water
Cause the brick's got it's own world order
Leave your b***h in shock like the third rail caught her
Styles stay deeper than orca I float the seven seas with ease
Did more d**gs than pharmacies
Get you steppin like stairs frats sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I f**k up the majority
Of n***as lookin hard at me I port 'em like authority
And when my n***a meth shine
Out the inner how high mobile rollin three dimes at a time
Redman and method man still hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh
It's that jersey representer
Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter
Word
Just do what ya feel and never follow
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Funk doc break it down
Hah yo suck my d**k out of animosity
The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' camps like pottery
To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies
And shunt your million dollar investment to economy
Impossibly might be the one in black leather
Name tag sayin caution when wet by the track wetter
The hash spreader I love the grimy s**t
Even my girl did grimy s**t to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying a loaded handgun
And he lands one
To your cranium
That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you arabian
Yo watch you say to him
You caught up in a tight situation
I should start erasin your whole organization for makin
Wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement
Or producer royalty points twelve shot loaded luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up you're still wack
I peel caps on the regular
Destroy mc's et cetera creep like the predator
F**k you your label moms and yo' editor
Give you two to the jugular blood be spreadin
All on my shirt the king of the flirt s**ttin
B***hes hit me off more than new edition
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I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique
So iron lung
One me gun done
Get on the mic and break em off with sumthin sumthin
We moonshine and grow crops
Purchasin the handhelds with the sho' shots it got me spittin
U a p ain't got no weapon you lip professin
Next in line parental discretion advised
These explicit street linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuits we bomb shellin
I might know but ain't tellin too bad you missed it
Johnny dangerously blaze another enemy made another due paid
Color safe bleach so I don't fade
Scar your mental with my double edged blade razor sharp
Get yo' bandaids hold that
Like e said get the bozack
Show them wack n***as where the do's at
On the case like I'm kojak
Kissin the grits on that flo b***h
Flip scripts take looong s**ts raider ruckus
Gingivitis to your filthy a*s gums
Bottom line either get down or get done
Motherf**ker