Blue = Omar's vocals
Brown = Tiny's vocals
I got the golf club swinging at you, you had the
brass knuckles. The guy that stereotype rappers can fuck with. Then
when you quit, you be talkin' shit with a speech impediment. You
wanna sweat it, step up and come and get it man. See if it's right
and make up or die shit. And we can put you on the spot and see
if you like it. I'll knock you off your feet as soon as you get
up again. So shut the fuck up and cover when I hit your fists.
I got some problems zip it up, cause I can't hold
it down. My .... snake got me workin' all the time I'm all over
town. You know the legend, now experience reality. Dont like it
'til you try it, I've got fifty different breaths to breathe. I
wanna get it on, working 'til the break of dawn. Eight fuckin' inches
down the hatch, my fuckin' devilspawn. Bring out the ruler cause
you can't believe the stories. All the time I won more victories,
I'm a former glory.
So where you from kid? It's the Iceland interior.
Transmitting bass to break the sound barrier. BOOM! We got the shit
that makes you get. On your toes and gets somewhere from here to
A lead rapper's gettin' worse for every verse written.
Every record producer could bullshit rappers be spittin'. I watch
the blunders like no one else noticed. Makes you wonder if it really
pays for being so devoted. It's kinda sad to me, see it all lead
around to rap. People talk shit about me wonder what I send back.
So let's see how you do, standing up close to this shit. 'Cause
that's what you go through if you wanna miss it.
So it's S-W-A-R-E, see. Screaming out when
you come, and top it off with a Z. I got some paper towels, wipe
you off get you clean again. Get my ticket for a ride on the magic
power train. So get your extra glide. The
power tools. The grinch and ride.
The rubber gloves. Get
romantic, tell your stories far and wide. Here we go again, we're
out to make it dangerous. So pack it up you silly bitches, time
to make some bread for us.