i bring tha correct-tacticz to lay you in your death-mattress/
sock you in tha jaw so hard it spinz your dome and leavez your head-backwardz/
thiz aint an attempt to beat you, cuz i know you got foolz-on-your-nutz/
votin for you for no reazon, maybe itz cuz you let their jizz ooze-in-your-butt/
ima make you realize you aint sick, and it'll blow your mynd lyke a mental-bomb/
you gonna need a new brain, ill talk to Abstrakt and see if we can lend-you-"Juan"/
you think you're tyght az a virgin but you looser than a hoe who been pimped for 40-yearz/
ive seen too much shyt comin from you, so get your ASS ready for a thrashing lyke horny-queerz/
now ima put tha hand-to-throat punk lil ladz-get-smoked/
15 year old bytchez have no bizznezz tryna have-a-stroke/
cuz fuckin with me iz lyke cuttin-off-circulation/
i come so sick itz naztier than a fat bytch fuckin-on-menstration/
fuckin lil kid, you sittin calm-and-patient watchin tha Blue dog, juzt waitin-for-cluez/****
you want funk? ill send you and your buddy Smurf to tha deathbed with a reservation-for-two/
i buzt shotz and pull hitz, while you sittin in tha corner scared lyke that redheaded Rug-Rat/
you runnin around tha boardz with a style that aint yourz, ive been there and done-that/
thiz iz real shyt im spittin, dont think im juzt arrangin-a-battle/
i come so powerful ill remotely switch your attitude lyke im changin-tha-channel/
punk ass muthafucka, you swingin off my style lyke a chimpanzee/
so now itz tyme to buzt a lyrical nut in your eye and call you "Tim-Cant-C"/
you aint shyt punk, i put you at tha bottom-of-all-chumpz/
you'll be eatin my hollowz-wit-a-crunch az i release tha whole clip and you swallow-tha-whole-bunch/
itz pazt midnight, so i know mommy iz already thru tuckin-you-in/
ill prolly come harder than you, but you got nutriderz so ima get fucked-in-tha-end/
but i givez a fuck, i dont need that self confidence/
you whack homeboy, your album fallin off tha shelf iz tha only way you'd be droppin-hitz/
you tell me to make tha thread, so here it iz, i juzt came-with-my-verse/
i dont need tyme to rehearse, cuz unlyke you i aint afraid-to-go-firzt/
FATALITY
****i wuz talking about Bluez Cluez for you moronz who didnt get that lyne.
sock you in tha jaw so hard it spinz your dome and leavez your head-backwardz/
thiz aint an attempt to beat you, cuz i know you got foolz-on-your-nutz/
votin for you for no reazon, maybe itz cuz you let their jizz ooze-in-your-butt/
ima make you realize you aint sick, and it'll blow your mynd lyke a mental-bomb/
you gonna need a new brain, ill talk to Abstrakt and see if we can lend-you-"Juan"/
you think you're tyght az a virgin but you looser than a hoe who been pimped for 40-yearz/
ive seen too much shyt comin from you, so get your ASS ready for a thrashing lyke horny-queerz/
now ima put tha hand-to-throat punk lil ladz-get-smoked/
15 year old bytchez have no bizznezz tryna have-a-stroke/
cuz fuckin with me iz lyke cuttin-off-circulation/
i come so sick itz naztier than a fat bytch fuckin-on-menstration/
fuckin lil kid, you sittin calm-and-patient watchin tha Blue dog, juzt waitin-for-cluez/****
you want funk? ill send you and your buddy Smurf to tha deathbed with a reservation-for-two/
i buzt shotz and pull hitz, while you sittin in tha corner scared lyke that redheaded Rug-Rat/
you runnin around tha boardz with a style that aint yourz, ive been there and done-that/
thiz iz real shyt im spittin, dont think im juzt arrangin-a-battle/
i come so powerful ill remotely switch your attitude lyke im changin-tha-channel/
punk ass muthafucka, you swingin off my style lyke a chimpanzee/
so now itz tyme to buzt a lyrical nut in your eye and call you "Tim-Cant-C"/
you aint shyt punk, i put you at tha bottom-of-all-chumpz/
you'll be eatin my hollowz-wit-a-crunch az i release tha whole clip and you swallow-tha-whole-bunch/
itz pazt midnight, so i know mommy iz already thru tuckin-you-in/
ill prolly come harder than you, but you got nutriderz so ima get fucked-in-tha-end/
but i givez a fuck, i dont need that self confidence/
you whack homeboy, your album fallin off tha shelf iz tha only way you'd be droppin-hitz/
you tell me to make tha thread, so here it iz, i juzt came-with-my-verse/
i dont need tyme to rehearse, cuz unlyke you i aint afraid-to-go-firzt/
FATALITY
****i wuz talking about Bluez Cluez for you moronz who didnt get that lyne.
