Letras
Give it a sec' for the pain to start
This wreck right here, it ain't for the faint of heart
They thought they saw the worst verse
From the team of G men who seem like nerds at first
Once they get to know us, people dig us
Leaders in the fight for equal rights for niggas
Inventor of the more demented the flow, nobody doubt it
This go for if you're 'bout it 'bout it or rowdy rowdy
Whatever's clever to masterful
Whoever you hook or heard of, but now a ho know
If we see tomorrow, the next day classes
The villain in the back with the X-ray glasses
Have no fear, the ninja here
Fill 'em like the tinge in your ear from drinkin' ginger beer
When it's on, loco head gon' lay low
And heat it like beef patty, coco bread con queso
If you say so, lace the whole caseload
They say wear a metal mask in case his face show
They told him they flows is bitch talk and ayo's
His whole crew walk with pitchfork and halos
Say ho if you never worked a J-O
And keep more cash in the stash than a peso
Okay yo, y'all know who to follow
Tie 'em up in the crib and leave the place hollow
Oh shoot, the goose, he's loose
So wild you couldn't chase it down with straight fruit juice
Frown like the first time you taste couscous
Stash the deuce deuce, troops askin' truce truce
Today on intense wreck week
We have the Supervillain in his own defense to speak
It's all part of my mental techniques
Available to freaks and pencil neck geeks
Train a sane brain to an insane train of thought
On a campaign trail, he came to gain your support
Charge cash for a autograph
Say some shit to make your daughter laugh, then slaughter the ass
See him on the big screen like Steve McQueen
Do somethin' and never be back once he leave the scene
Keep more medicated pads than Stridex
For his own side wrecks with no known side effects
Before you press charges, use your noodle
So what when he grab the mic, he scratch your cute cuticles
Keep your mouth shut, everything'll be beautiful
They would be awfully rude to you, now get back to your hootie-hoo
Damn it, it ain't worth the drama, can it?
From the calm bandit eat rhymers like pomegranate
Soon as he stepped in, he lit the room
Boom, reschedule my noon with Brit Hume (You!)
In love with Mary Jane, she's my main thing
Pulled her right from that web, head, what a lame brain
Maintain, say it, don't spray it
You wanna see your girl again, you might as well pay it
If I had a dime for every rhymer who bust guns
I'd have a cool mil' for my sons in trust funds
When I was broker than a broke dick dog
I always kept a L to smoke in thick fog
When it rain, it sure do thunderstorm
I got more rhymes in the summer than musty underarms
One-two microphone checker
First learned to neck off a home ec. homewrecker
This is back when he was like crib age
But when he hit the stage, it's like a gauge to the ribcage
Break the mic like a rock star break a guitar
Jump off the stage like yee-haw