Eastwood:
foreva flowin and neva showin lacc-in-my-skillz//
i picc fights like cotton...put all yall in-the-fields//
shove-the-mic-in-ya-grill,and then,tell u that-u-succ//
locc-but-u-ca-call-me "o-dogg",cuz "i just dont give-a-fucc"//
im-quicc-2-bucc...wit-da-metal or da hard plas-tic-shit//
as long as-i-hear da clicc-claccin gutz-when-i-blast-da-shit//
detach-ya-hips,bacc-n-lips,call me Dr.Giggles//
i-seem-2-nut-up-at-tha-site of livers when they wiggle//
callin out anybody,everybody,bring-ya-shotty//
and all im usin is this fuccin-fist-to-face karate//
squares come in dozens,and im killin-em-rap-id-ly//
the-only-contact-i-feel,is other's blood splattin me//
call me tha rappin g,on crip,my nig im-real-as-they-come//
leavin-u-numb is not my job,man,i do-this-4-fun//
snatchin mics left and right,aint no re-turn'n em//
tha hottest flows that u'll eva spit,i'll be-burnin-em//
heads,im-turnin-em...like the mutha fuccin exorcist//
deccin triccz wit both handz...im am-bi-dex-tri-ous//
who-are-yall-messin-wit???do u really have-an-i-dea?//
through-my-eyes,yall all wear'n signs sayin,"I-SHOULD-DIE-HERE"//
whoeva feel they got the nerve,give ya-boy-a-holla//
fucc yankin ya shirt...im poppin whats between-ya-colla//
SiccLyrix:
Wit a name like eastwood you should be banned-for-life//
ill stab-you-wit-a-knife so you could actually be spillin-brainz//
i stay killin-lamez, taken em outt this rap-industry//
with 100 capz dawg you still couldnt-finish-me//
with 200 verses ya flowz still couldnt-get-wit-me//
ill split ya open like a b, see me creepin-through-ya-hood//
ya blood seepin out you wish you could touch-my-tacticz//
you bluff so i gotta hit you wit automaticz, 2 ya spine-an-natel//
go ahead load ya gunz-on-da-table, they cap gunz only gonna bust smoke at my label//
fucc wit me itz gonna be fatal, ill have you haven flash backz of when you wuz in da cradle//
ya flow aint conversatable, trynna use some multiple-rhyming//
noone gonna vote for ya weak flow ill have ya blood sliming like a bitch-on-da-rag//
ill lay you in a ditch you fag cuz you weaker then vanilla-ice-back-ina-da-game//
ill kill ya twice and still stay splitten ya frame, i spit tha game to niggaz who bang-on-bloccz//
ill hang ya knot out to dry like close-linez, you couldnt compose linez if you stole mine//
this shyt is unpredicdable like stepping on land minez, i land ninez like misslez//
strangle you wit christmas tissle, watch ya blood fizzle, smoke you like crystal//
i see ya got a pistol but itz just gonna throw me in a fitful-rage//
you get clipped and layed in ya grave fucc 6 feet deep itz in da back of my jeep//
poor bulletz down on you like sleet, you couldnt defeat if u battled a piece of meat//
you couldnt "Rock A Mike(Mic)", If You wuz on *Jordanz Nutz*, your flow more then succz//
it stinkz like when i take a shyt in my bathroom, ill take you to tha backroom and make you pop a valium//
then ya ass could actually be dope cope wit tha style that im bringin//
slingin ya dead body partz like they were kronik-sackz, even if you vomit you couldnt spit sicc rapz//
foreva flowin and neva showin lacc-in-my-skillz//
i picc fights like cotton...put all yall in-the-fields//
shove-the-mic-in-ya-grill,and then,tell u that-u-succ//
locc-but-u-ca-call-me "o-dogg",cuz "i just dont give-a-fucc"//
im-quicc-2-bucc...wit-da-metal or da hard plas-tic-shit//
as long as-i-hear da clicc-claccin gutz-when-i-blast-da-shit//
detach-ya-hips,bacc-n-lips,call me Dr.Giggles//
i-seem-2-nut-up-at-tha-site of livers when they wiggle//
callin out anybody,everybody,bring-ya-shotty//
and all im usin is this fuccin-fist-to-face karate//
squares come in dozens,and im killin-em-rap-id-ly//
the-only-contact-i-feel,is other's blood splattin me//
call me tha rappin g,on crip,my nig im-real-as-they-come//
leavin-u-numb is not my job,man,i do-this-4-fun//
snatchin mics left and right,aint no re-turn'n em//
tha hottest flows that u'll eva spit,i'll be-burnin-em//
heads,im-turnin-em...like the mutha fuccin exorcist//
deccin triccz wit both handz...im am-bi-dex-tri-ous//
who-are-yall-messin-wit???do u really have-an-i-dea?//
through-my-eyes,yall all wear'n signs sayin,"I-SHOULD-DIE-HERE"//
whoeva feel they got the nerve,give ya-boy-a-holla//
fucc yankin ya shirt...im poppin whats between-ya-colla//
SiccLyrix:
Wit a name like eastwood you should be banned-for-life//
ill stab-you-wit-a-knife so you could actually be spillin-brainz//
i stay killin-lamez, taken em outt this rap-industry//
with 100 capz dawg you still couldnt-finish-me//
with 200 verses ya flowz still couldnt-get-wit-me//
ill split ya open like a b, see me creepin-through-ya-hood//
ya blood seepin out you wish you could touch-my-tacticz//
you bluff so i gotta hit you wit automaticz, 2 ya spine-an-natel//
go ahead load ya gunz-on-da-table, they cap gunz only gonna bust smoke at my label//
fucc wit me itz gonna be fatal, ill have you haven flash backz of when you wuz in da cradle//
ya flow aint conversatable, trynna use some multiple-rhyming//
noone gonna vote for ya weak flow ill have ya blood sliming like a bitch-on-da-rag//
ill lay you in a ditch you fag cuz you weaker then vanilla-ice-back-ina-da-game//
ill kill ya twice and still stay splitten ya frame, i spit tha game to niggaz who bang-on-bloccz//
ill hang ya knot out to dry like close-linez, you couldnt compose linez if you stole mine//
this shyt is unpredicdable like stepping on land minez, i land ninez like misslez//
strangle you wit christmas tissle, watch ya blood fizzle, smoke you like crystal//
i see ya got a pistol but itz just gonna throw me in a fitful-rage//
you get clipped and layed in ya grave fucc 6 feet deep itz in da back of my jeep//
poor bulletz down on you like sleet, you couldnt defeat if u battled a piece of meat//
you couldnt "Rock A Mike(Mic)", If You wuz on *Jordanz Nutz*, your flow more then succz//
it stinkz like when i take a shyt in my bathroom, ill take you to tha backroom and make you pop a valium//
then ya ass could actually be dope cope wit tha style that im bringin//
slingin ya dead body partz like they were kronik-sackz, even if you vomit you couldnt spit sicc rapz//