CHORUS
Pow wow
You motherfuckers bow down
Wile out
Shut the fuck up with your loud mouth
Roundhouse
Is how I take you to the ground, down
Keep your lips sealed while I hit you with the sound now
VERSE 1 (N Squared)
In order to rap the skills must be inherent
I spit this shit so quick that you can’t even hear it
A rapper with no motive, no fucking device
With rhymes so goddamn dirty that they give you head lice
Leave you begging for mercy I’m cursing every last person,
Dispersing booze the thirsty from here to New Jersey, dirty
I’ll break your ass, and mow you like grass
Slice you’re fucking balls off ‘cause I know you’d like that
Sip Bacardi Razz, ‘til my blood runs through
Vomit all over your ass like a fucking monsoon
I’ll smash your car, bash your head with a bar
Bitch I’ll snipe you and then swipe you with a MasterCard
CHORUS
VERSE 2 (Playboy Juice)
I’m Jack the Ripper, the baby-sitter, the four-four getter
Don’t get it fucked up or we’ll light up your whole kitty
litter
Fuck it punk, where’s your mans now, when you laying hands
down
In the damn ground
I’m getting angry, don’t test it
Got a short fuse, I’m restless
And you can’t imagine what I might do
I don’t like you, you don’t like me
Well then you know where beef might lead
You wanna fight me, but you winning is unlikely
I fucking light trees, then I wile out
‘Til you take your files out,
Leave you burning so bad even God can’t put the fire out
Better hide out ‘cause your house, your car
Is mine’s now and ain’t no time for a timeout
CHORUS
VERSE 3 (N Squared)
I’m hot off of the blocks, sipping scotch on the rocks
When my ass is in town, bitches be changing their locks
But I’ll pick ‘em and stick ‘em like pigs or chickens
I’m frickin’ kicking my own ass because I’ve fucking run out
of victims
My very existence is a casualty of causality
Rappers lack morality and congeniality
In reality, I’m just a rebel with no cause
Telling four year olds there’s no such thing as Santa Clause
I’m a mean asshole, you can’t control the shit that I spit
I just can’t seem to shake this Ritalin addiction
Busting rhymes, it made me the man I be today
So I’ll be skipping, flipping, ripping ‘til my ass is DOA