I normally dont do this, but I was bored as hell...
Situation's drastic
Im the reason they make caskets
its impossible to fuck with me, like breathin with ya face covered in plastic/
Tired of these lemon lames out here testin my patience
that pistol will clap you, but that choppa will give yo ass a standin ovation/
These young boys think they cold on the mic, cus they rap about bein wild and loose
I dont battle yall young rappers, cus they'll lock me up for child abuse/
I might be humble on the outside, but everything aint how it seems
cus I tear shyt up and give dudes the blues like Im B.B King/
A lot of rappers fucked up their careers when they choose to battle me
they call me mortal kombat cus of how I finish 'em with lyrical fatalies/
When u chose to oppose, I dont know what u was thinkin
I guess u aint heard that I let them choppas sing like Aretha Franklin/
These boys softer than play dough
in the hood I lay low
cus the feds know that I got more blocks than lego/
I laugh at any fool that see Bin laden as a threat
if u think he dangerous, that means u havent heard of me yet/
I never seen you gettin money but u talkin about u tryna get rich
they should call you life, cus u aint nothin but a bitch/
You a fuckin boy, see I play the game that men play
I aint talkin about the cream, when I say you been gay/
Run up wrong, meet ya doom
when I come, make some room
I invented C-Section cus I punched my way out my mama's womb/
In the dictionary you'll my picture next to the word tragic
this morning I ate a hand grenade and washed it down with some battery acid/
Situation's drastic
Im the reason they make caskets
its impossible to fuck with me, like breathin with ya face covered in plastic/
Tired of these lemon lames out here testin my patience
that pistol will clap you, but that choppa will give yo ass a standin ovation/
These young boys think they cold on the mic, cus they rap about bein wild and loose
I dont battle yall young rappers, cus they'll lock me up for child abuse/
I might be humble on the outside, but everything aint how it seems
cus I tear shyt up and give dudes the blues like Im B.B King/
A lot of rappers fucked up their careers when they choose to battle me
they call me mortal kombat cus of how I finish 'em with lyrical fatalies/
When u chose to oppose, I dont know what u was thinkin
I guess u aint heard that I let them choppas sing like Aretha Franklin/
These boys softer than play dough
in the hood I lay low
cus the feds know that I got more blocks than lego/
I laugh at any fool that see Bin laden as a threat
if u think he dangerous, that means u havent heard of me yet/
I never seen you gettin money but u talkin about u tryna get rich
they should call you life, cus u aint nothin but a bitch/
You a fuckin boy, see I play the game that men play
I aint talkin about the cream, when I say you been gay/
Run up wrong, meet ya doom
when I come, make some room
I invented C-Section cus I punched my way out my mama's womb/
In the dictionary you'll my picture next to the word tragic
this morning I ate a hand grenade and washed it down with some battery acid/
