Post by DZK on May 2, 2005 19:22:20 GMT -5
yall know who the fuck this is by now - don't ya?
if you don't know me, better listen up closer
it's the D to the Z to the K - the mosta
amazing host to show ya how to lay ya vocals
in the way, yer supposed-ta
I got, more crazy shit, in-store than ya asian grocer
I'm the tornado formin in storms that blows ya
doors in, re-enforce em dog, I'm spinnin towards em
yall, heed my warning, or you'll be sorry, joe
your game's about as complex as Atari's, so
I feel like nintendo when I rock the the party, yo
plus I drop more pills than Dr. Mario, bro
trust, you don't want it with me, I'll expose you as a sissy
like you rode your sisters ten-speed,
close your mouth, before I clown you, stupid
dude, I don't fuck around like a Christian eunuch
I ain't a player no more, but I'm the type to score
I got your girl telling you she was riding a horse
cuz her vagina's sore, and it's kinda raw
like she just up and went fucked with a dinosaur
I'm reminding yall, when I'm rhyming: ball,
run, leave, I grind and cleave like winding saws
treat yall as little girls who cry and crawl
pop the heads right off of ya tiny dolls
the meanest emcee you ever seen, play me son
professional from the gymnasium to stadiums
brain sharper than razor, grade-a, titanium
blades made by lasers shaving and carving the frames of em
maniac in the lab, a dangerous factor
uranium triggered into super-critical mass in
a fraction of a second, every session I master
when rapping resembles a blast from fission reactions
the initial disaster's similar to splittin atoms
and if the flash passes by vision, your ass is
blinded, my lines crash in gamma ray patterns
I'm a cracked reactor, spray your chemical showers
I'm called the carn-iv-or-ous cause of carnage, causing
casualities, carrying crippled carcasses, casually
rabidly ripping and ravaging rancid flesh rapidly
frantically feasting faster to finish it, actually
an animal's mechanically a cannibal naturally
I'm just acting on behalf of my insanity's savagery
I can't seem to manage or handle humanity happily
it's like, Newton's apple trying to grapple with gravity
I'm at my capacity for compassion, imagine me
as an average rapper cuz it'll never happen mathmatically
do I look like Cassidy man? do you have the audacity
to cast me factually, as another "flash in the pan"?
fuck that- I run rap, but this ain't Puff in a marathon
I'm the one that has you jacked, turn ya stereo's on,
blaring my song, rappin' along, carrying on,
wearing a thong, ya hairy-ass, scaring your moms
I'm a lunatic->who's the shit->if the Crips could fit->
my shit in guns->they'd shoot Bloods with my music clips
if the Bloods could use what I spit to abuse the Crips->
they'd fuckin run up to whips, tuckin my newest hits
I'm living proof that moving units with your crew ain't shit
and up and comers who can do this shit, do exist
I'm proving a lot dudes we view on the tube, fit
in better movin a brick, thaaan, movin ya chicks hips
maaaan -- lets give a hand to entertainers that quit dealing
to spit "real shit" and... put that hand in their anus
where it belongs... cuz yall are on some gayness, maybe
when you say you're blazing shit it's with ya flaming dick
cuz some of these thugs got TOO much for their "men"
if you rock Pink-> you owe my sister, she started that Trend
and I can't stand, a man, who wants to "know what I'm feeling"
if I wanted a fan to blow me, I'd put one on the ceiling
show me, a better rapper and I'll show you a battle
so incredible any camera that ever happened to capture it
would rattle so much the actual video play back after it
would suck so bad, you'd think Muhammad Ali had it
cuz when I attack men on a mic, it's like an Earthquake
my verse makes the dirt shake, learn with a burnt face...
audio will be commin soon just gotta record it and put up a link
if you don't know me, better listen up closer
it's the D to the Z to the K - the mosta
amazing host to show ya how to lay ya vocals
in the way, yer supposed-ta
I got, more crazy shit, in-store than ya asian grocer
I'm the tornado formin in storms that blows ya
doors in, re-enforce em dog, I'm spinnin towards em
yall, heed my warning, or you'll be sorry, joe
your game's about as complex as Atari's, so
I feel like nintendo when I rock the the party, yo
plus I drop more pills than Dr. Mario, bro
trust, you don't want it with me, I'll expose you as a sissy
like you rode your sisters ten-speed,
close your mouth, before I clown you, stupid
dude, I don't fuck around like a Christian eunuch
I ain't a player no more, but I'm the type to score
I got your girl telling you she was riding a horse
cuz her vagina's sore, and it's kinda raw
like she just up and went fucked with a dinosaur
I'm reminding yall, when I'm rhyming: ball,
run, leave, I grind and cleave like winding saws
treat yall as little girls who cry and crawl
pop the heads right off of ya tiny dolls
the meanest emcee you ever seen, play me son
professional from the gymnasium to stadiums
brain sharper than razor, grade-a, titanium
blades made by lasers shaving and carving the frames of em
maniac in the lab, a dangerous factor
uranium triggered into super-critical mass in
a fraction of a second, every session I master
when rapping resembles a blast from fission reactions
the initial disaster's similar to splittin atoms
and if the flash passes by vision, your ass is
blinded, my lines crash in gamma ray patterns
I'm a cracked reactor, spray your chemical showers
I'm called the carn-iv-or-ous cause of carnage, causing
casualities, carrying crippled carcasses, casually
rabidly ripping and ravaging rancid flesh rapidly
frantically feasting faster to finish it, actually
an animal's mechanically a cannibal naturally
I'm just acting on behalf of my insanity's savagery
I can't seem to manage or handle humanity happily
it's like, Newton's apple trying to grapple with gravity
I'm at my capacity for compassion, imagine me
as an average rapper cuz it'll never happen mathmatically
do I look like Cassidy man? do you have the audacity
to cast me factually, as another "flash in the pan"?
fuck that- I run rap, but this ain't Puff in a marathon
I'm the one that has you jacked, turn ya stereo's on,
blaring my song, rappin' along, carrying on,
wearing a thong, ya hairy-ass, scaring your moms
I'm a lunatic->who's the shit->if the Crips could fit->
my shit in guns->they'd shoot Bloods with my music clips
if the Bloods could use what I spit to abuse the Crips->
they'd fuckin run up to whips, tuckin my newest hits
I'm living proof that moving units with your crew ain't shit
and up and comers who can do this shit, do exist
I'm proving a lot dudes we view on the tube, fit
in better movin a brick, thaaan, movin ya chicks hips
maaaan -- lets give a hand to entertainers that quit dealing
to spit "real shit" and... put that hand in their anus
where it belongs... cuz yall are on some gayness, maybe
when you say you're blazing shit it's with ya flaming dick
cuz some of these thugs got TOO much for their "men"
if you rock Pink-> you owe my sister, she started that Trend
and I can't stand, a man, who wants to "know what I'm feeling"
if I wanted a fan to blow me, I'd put one on the ceiling
show me, a better rapper and I'll show you a battle
so incredible any camera that ever happened to capture it
would rattle so much the actual video play back after it
would suck so bad, you'd think Muhammad Ali had it
cuz when I attack men on a mic, it's like an Earthquake
my verse makes the dirt shake, learn with a burnt face...
audio will be commin soon just gotta record it and put up a link
