I call for a battle. I got the turntables and the microphones. sometime this year its on.
for the record, I know that lokash is going to rip through all your punk asses. ER motha fucka
My one gun infa-red dot on your head
pull it off, one shot ya dead
bullet proof vest dont stop my lead
crusin through the hood bust my crome
hit the floor nigga, Ima shoot up yo home
watch out for my nine millimeter
or look down, cause its the same size as yo peter
check yourself cause you know its true
what will it be, your crew or my crew
oh that right, you aint got no crew
but there aint nothing you can do
but sit in your room cryin boohoo
meanwhile me and your old lady getting ready to screw
your mommas bead too, its startin to oscillate
but you sittin tied up trying to masterbate
but it aint your fault, man this just fate
all you can do is sit there ant wait
listen, while I fuck that women strait
then Ill bring her out, fuck her right on your lap
my nutz, her chin, tap tap tap
what? you think that I give a crap
that your momma hurtin, but I dont care
cause I got her face all covered up with her hair
but the rest of her body I leave bare
just so you can sit there and stare