Lyrical Gangbang

This should be played at high volume

Preferably in a residential area

Now I'ma kick up dust

As I begin to bust

On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't trust

When I pick up, I lick up, your face gets smacked up

When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up

Or get slapped with the swiftness

If you think you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas

Now stuff that in your stocking

I'm knocking 'em out the box an'

Knocking 'em out their socks an'

'Cause Robin is rocking

Breaking 'em down to the slab

Taking 'em down on their ass

Now what ya wanna do? Ya wanna battle? Uh

Send you up shit creek without a motherfucking paddle

Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane

Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing more than a grain

Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel

Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level

You think you got pull? Then pull it, uh

I got the trigger, so I figure you'll bite the bullet

Then bite the dust, oh, what the fuck?

Do what I must and what I must is bust

A bubble or two, some trouble for you

So skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is coming through

Some cool shit

Some cool shit

Boo-ya (boo-ya), spittin' out buckshots

I fears no one, I makes 'em cool off like the polar cap

Flinchin' as the hits misses the baller's back

Pushing packs to make a profit

Diggy dope duck on the topic, so stop and gimme my props, kid

I'm living large like a fat bitch

So get back, bitch, I'm hard to bogart, so the fact is

This young black kid a mercenary, merciless

Murdering millions of niggas, so who's first to diss?

They say I'm bad, so you'll find none worst than this

Chewing motherfuckers up like a Hershey's Kiss

Put to sleep, lovin' the lyrics I leave in the minds of each

Rough when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental peace

So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas