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DJ Muggs vs. Ill Bill feat. B-Real – Amputated Saint lyrics

Posted by hatt on 1 September 2010, 1:02 pm

[Verse 1]

[Ill Bill]

I’m like a Viking in a submarine, I’m a Spartan with guns and beams
Muggs and me is like giving hard drugs to fiends
I be the cause of these prison riots, spawn of the Israelites
Torture you with kitchen knifes, torch you in a pistol fight
I saw brothers tore from the fist of Christ
Propaganda brainwashes us to make us think their system’s right
I stick my finger in the dyke, plug the leak
While she suck the teeth, look into the light, such is life

[B-Real]

So when I hold the mic frightened day and night
Might catch a case, see you in my sights, let my heater make you change your face
Make you change your ways, wishing you could change your days
The venom we spit cut your throat like a razor blade
They got hell to pay, me I got hell to raise
Looked death in the eye, he said you get a stellar gaze
He went on his way but he got stuck in the maze
Without any way to get out of this purple haze

[Chorus: Ill Bill]

Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint
Trapped on the cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is their faith
Activate the tape, calculate the weight
Single-handed with the cannon in their face

Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint
Trapped on the cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is their faith
Activate the tape, calculate the weight
Single-handed with the cannon in their face

[Interlude: Ill Bill]

Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke
Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over
But before the CIA come to take us away
Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze

Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke
Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over
But before the CIA come to take us away
Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze

[Verse 2]

[Ill Bill]

I ate some brownies last weekend, I’ve been high for days
Should’ve known B-Real was the guy with the tray
Cheech and Chong spliff, twist up an entire eighth
It won’t freeze your nose, the shit’ll set fire to your face

[B-Real]

We get higher in the place, still my eyes are clean
I’m the man in all black with the hashish sheen
So many bags of green candy caused the lean
Got a crew so thick man we causing a scene
You tried to hit it the very moment I lit it
You shitted your pants, coughing out your lungs, bitch quit it
We got the greenery and the heavy machinery
And life don’t mean a thing to me, bitch enjoy the scenery

[Chorus]

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DJ Muggs vs. Ill Bill feat. Q-Unique – Giant’s Stadium lyrics

Posted by hatt on 27 August 2010, 2:11 pm

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

Live at Giants Stadium with Ghostface & Van Halen, Crypress hill & ACDC too
Sarah Palin is a Wu-Tang fan, she was chilling with Diddy
During “motherless child”, she wild out and showed us her titties
Sign of the black mark, digital triple six cash cards
Devils clashing with Ansaars, bitches grabbing their tampons
I have to thank God for the places he put me
Or rather for hip hop and the places it took me
Aim at the game, hit the scoreboard with the sawed-off
The world, trying to recite what I write could cause your jaw to fall off
Flow is unique speak to the people, my flow is the street
Words are the traffic lights and my soul is the beat
My discipline is like walking on hot coals with the feet
My confidence is like how you feel when you’re holding the heat
But you don’t need ratchets to validate the fact that you’re great
But watch ya mouth, I’m old school, you’ll get cracked in the face
In Farragut Road, trapped in the cold
My fingers numb from bagging up coke, stranded on the planet of chrome
In the jungle where the cannibals roam
Smashing with ratchets at your dome
Creeping up amongst assassins of the soul

[Verse 2: Q-Unique]

I’m a Brooklyn beast bringing honour amongst crooks and thieves
Fill the bong and let’s cook these trees
In the words of a murder fanatic blasting with the black ratchet I’m a burner mechanic
I’m here with Howie’s nephew, together we connecting the dots
We at Giant’s Stadium in the executive box
In the constellation of rappers I’m the top stars
Superbad, macloving and shooting at cop cars
Yeah we all loading the clip and feeling the heat
But nah y’all ain’t killing the street like Ill and Unique
Spit venomous shit like a coiled snake King
And grab the cash in your safe behind the oil painting
Running through New York’s major blocks blazing Glocks
And decepticons lasers pop at Megan Fox
It’s the Fox 5 Newsroom where my sanity dies
Cause I get more truth out of watching Family Guy
The black Yankee fitted over the black doorag
The black banana clip thrown in the black schoolbag
My memories of Lafayette High
When I walk between the Coney Island thugs and the Mafia ties

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DJ Muggs vs. Ill Bill – 2013 lyrics

Posted by hatt on 27 August 2010, 12:01 pm

Yo, a close encounter of the fourth kind
Alien abduction, suction cups
Punctured and fucked, raped, ruptured and sucked lustless with pumps
Constant transfusions suction the puss
Using autopsies to dwarf ? erupt
Cold war between the Devil and does God exist
No Geneva Convention politics, just tractor beams and Elohim father ships
Ever since they discovered ‘51, taking ten of us
For everyone of them some are never heard from again
Some return retarded, others programmed with propaganda
Doctors find most of your ?
Vital organs randomly removed, replaced by those of animals
In some rare cases diseases like AIDS and cancer are cured
The plan is of doom, modern man is a fool
They plan to hit the ship floating over Iran with a nuke
After 2012 came and passed the mothership’s arrival
2013 and publicly entered the world scene
I talked about this ten years ago on Non Phixion songs
Now strapped onto a table being operated on
By numerous species of various extraterrestrial ?
Transcended beyond existing theses
No anaesthesia screaming, “Please kill me, read me Revelations 7:17”
The lamb of God shall be the shepherd of the throne of Elohim
Why did you piss them off? Primitive ?
Reverse engineering built those space shuttles lifting off
Stolen recipes, stealth weaponry  ? alien fibers that resembled the mind of H. R. Giger
Like a Dr. York ?
Unexplainable like two planes colliding with three towers

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DJ Muggs vs Ill Bill feat. B-Real and Vinnie Paz – Kill Devil Hills lyrics

Posted by hatt on 26 August 2010, 12:54 am

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

Apocalypse, the angel of death, the octopus
The two-headed eagle, thirty-third degree Hebrew
I speaks Mossad, Hamas, and the Hezbollah
And the CIA-funded Guatemala terror squads
The Pentagon’s the TV producer, the war’s the product
And the media’s the salesperson hustling consumers
Global instability, terror networks, embassy bombings
A thousand ways to get the century popping
When mobs of people storm the neighbourhood banks
Riots in Time Square paralyzed by suicide bombings and tanks
Confined to evil, rides are regal
Emperors are ripped from their thrones by the people and then shot in their cerebral
One got away, created an empire made of fire
Now he crying that the CIA made him wear a wire
Now he getting waterboarded up with surprise
Pulling out his fingernails every time he tell a lie

[Chorus]

Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills
Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill
Criminal official walk through with limited edition pistols
The symbolism twist you when the clips hit you

Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills
Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill
Criminal official walk through with limited edition pistols
The symbolism twist you when the clips hit you

[Verse 2: B-Real]

So many notches in my belt of the victims I have accumulated
I got a vision, the light in my head illuminated
Your mind’s scattered and broken and battered
So what does it matter that a rat-ass bastard fell down Jacob’s ladder?
I climbed the pyramid and punch him in the eyeball
Give him a black eye, take a picture with my iPhone
Now his eye swolled ripping out my sidearm
They don’t like me, I’m ghetto, I spit and get my high on
Tell the truth a lot, been in this booth a lot
Keeping it raw whether I’m in a bad mood or not
Open your mind with the venomous rhyme ?
Lines born in a cypher, you asked for a square deal
You see me grinning, your head is spinning
The symbolism is just like prison, I’m trying to free you from your condition
I got a suspicion you bitches are wishing me gone
I’m hitting the chron, a kiss on the cheek and it’s gone

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]

I’m a Freemason, I’m a Rosicrucian, I’m a Shriner
Moorish Science Temple of America’s Osama
? Al Mateen is the father
United Nuwaubian Nation of Moors rhymer
It’s wild hard trying to stay on my D
I’m ?, I’m ?, son of ?
Kill Devil Kill Devil Hill metal regime
I’m a rebel still, me and Bill devilish team
I’m a force to be reckoned with, I’m the deer hunter
The dirtbag to the underage beer runner
I like cold and snow, never revere summer
If God is a woman then I never hear from her
I’ll chop a tree with my hands, it appears lumber
I’m the definition of lightning, you fear thunder
I’m taking everything motherfucker so fear hunger
You have a soft heartbeat fucking queer drummer

[Chorus]

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DJ Muggs vs. Ill Bill – Millenniums of Murder lyrics

Posted by hatt on 24 August 2010, 1:43 pm

[Verse 1]

Worldwide violence, unified tyrants and suicide pilots
Utilize science with the do-or-die mindset
Step in the lion’s den, Leviathan, Orion’s head   
Destroy you then resurrect only to let you die again
Hundred man karate rumbles, bounty hunter body doubles
Jeff Hannemans with Nazi ovens, the Malachi brothers 
Some will eat while others die in hunger
Cry and hug like when a reunited child and mother find each other
Meanwhile my music incite the fans
Got an army of Syko Sams to shoot your high school until the rifle jams
Waiting to exhale, unexplainable chemtrails
We set sail from parts unknown searching for death’s grail
Stumbled to the end of the tunnel but didn’t see light
Machine gun-toting Levites, suicidal Sunnis, exploding Shiites
The holy man swore he seen Christ
And yet still he craves to take his enemy’s life

[Chorus]

I’ve been through centuries of fights, millenniums of murder 
18 a key the price, defending them with burners
Take heed to advice, these dudes is heavy earners
Creeping like thieves in the night, we know we make you nervous

Centuries of fights, millenniums of murder 
18 a key the price, defending them with burners
Take heed to advice, these dudes is heavy earners
Creeping like thieves in the night, we know we make you nervous

They shall learn the price of their arrogance! Lock on homing devices and eradicate New York now!

[Verse 2]

Stumble in looking like Hobgoblin
Lamas popping, choppers and rocket-propelled conflict
Firearms create the hollow tip mosh pit
Swap cars, Al-Qaeda entourage, Canarsie summertime, Chaka Kahn, Blockparty Ricardo Montalban
Fuck your Fila suit, my guys shoot aliens
Who try to colonize inside tubes 
All the while view mankind how predators define food 
Heard this from a Mossad dude who resembled Tom Cruise
Truth-revealer, teach you how to put your kids through school
With two kilos, smooth hero, drink forties and shoot Cee-Lo
Fuck a bipolar, Mike Tyson fighting bolo
Kid Joe bipolo, album cover suicide photos
Corporate octopus, slaughter cult conquerors
War intoxicants, the Devil owns his own rocketships
Your karma been deposited, indulge in human sacrifice where the apostles live
Jeffry Dahmer’s crib, nondescript from the true horror locked within
Let the eagle pop then dip, watch your mouth, you could get shot to shit
Right inside your crib, fuck a 2012 Apocalypse
Matter fact, open up your mouth and swallow this

[Chorus]

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DJ Muggs vs. Ill Bill feat. Slaine and Everlast – Skull and Guns lyrics

Posted by hatt on 24 August 2010, 1:34 pm

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

Every Kennedy was assassinated by the Illuminati
They should’ve went to Yankee Stadium for Giuliani
Said Halliburton impersonated Sunni jihadis
Or at the Black Sabbath show pulling Uzis on Ozzy
Experts in Judo and Karate
Shooters with shotties use computers to rob commodities
Abuse technology, produce monopolies
Google and Youtube robbery are automatic, in other words these goons shoot constantly
Start innocent enough until the militants come
Bringing bow and arrow nukes and guerrillas with guns
But sometimes it’s like killing a cockroach with a sledgehammer
Buying black market hummingbird stealth cameras
Beyond the gates through the eyes of horror
Walk the seven churches channel and the fiery aura
Cautionary tale, extraordinary rendition
Torture me in jail and then the warden went missing

[Chorus: Ill Bill]

Yo we just talking, conversations with God
Shout at the Devil, hundreds of rebel martyrs assemble
Under a flag with the white skull and guns on it
Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic

Yo we just talking, conversations with God
Shout at the Devil, hundreds of rebel martyrs assemble
Under a flag with the white skull and guns on it
Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic

[Verse 2: Slaine]

Yeah I can feel the fire again, the clench in my jaw
The rage in my chest, the stress in my palm, the pressure is on
The message is still reckless, my death wish is gone
My focus is back, no stopping, my obsession is strong
Critics told me that my message is wrong, they wasn’t listening right
Poetic prophet with the petulant storm
With the testament torn, smoking dust inside of Bible pages
My records was born from passion and survival rages
From people seen passing locked inside a cage
Running streets and hiding gauges, I’m performing live on stages
It’s positive as it can be for me
It’s my prerogative, are you sure you want to beef with me?
Nah you too chickens are ? smelling faggoty and trashy and maggoty
Holding the liquor bottle nothing can stagger me
People love to hear stories of riches to raggedy
But what about the snitches and bitches always nagging me?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Everlast]

I don’t sleep, I don’t rust, in God I trust
Got a blood, got a cash, got a power lust
Got a bag of trick knowledge and an eye that’s all-seeing
While you’re waiting on the comeback of your supreme being
Master technician of the superstition
Doctor and a scholar, Apocalyptic horror
Since Genesis I spit Revelations
Within infinite patience I united nations
I’m the rising sun, I’m the new tomorrow
I’m the skull on the gun, I’m the song of sorrow
I’m the thirteenth arrow, I’m the wisest owl
I’m a soul-eating predator, I’m on the prowl
I’m the stolen land, the wisest man
I’m the hidden hand, I’m the oldest plan
I’m the shifting shape, I’m the changing form
I’m the novus seclorum, I’m the coming storm

[Chorus]

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DJ Muggs vs. Ill Bill – Illuminati 666 lyrics

Posted by hatt on 23 August 2010, 8:36 pm

[Verse 1]

Yo we got a black president, the aliens will be here soon
Open up your eyes and your ears, here’s the truth
Beyond blind faith we don’t really know what to believe
The meaning behind these oddballs could be anything
Who the fuck translated these words from Aramaic
To the language spoken in the empire of the hated?
We the children of a lesser God
Make me want to pull an Escobar and I ain’t fucking talking about Nas
I’m serious like a swastika or playing Russian Roulette
Over hard liquor or Hamas after bombing a Bar Mitzvah
Or Israel after bombing the Gaza Strip up
It’s constant, it’s tit for tat, present our little kids with gats
Throwing gang signs like Bloods and Crips with bandanas on their face
Sometimes the bandana’s on their brains
This prison planet tries to shackle me in chains every day

[Chorus]

Illuminati triple-six, just study Koresh
Mullets and bullet belts encourage the best
Entourage of gods from Mossads to Korans
Church Ave to the Taj Mahal we ride hard

Illuminati triple-six, just study Koresh
Mullets and and bullet belts encourage the best
Entourage of gods from Mossads to Korans
Church Ave to the Taj Mahal we ride hard

[Verse 2]

I mean you’re dealing with professionals that make murder look like suicide
With silencers the size of an ordinary Jewish child
Bazookas made from linoleum tubing and you’re stupid to think Lord Of War was only a movie
Depraved enterprise, brain energized seven times
Genocide high-level lies, truth serum identified, organic mushrooms
Given to prison those who don’t trust you
Meanwhile the mass population consumes
I’m in a catch-22, too smart for my own good
Intergalactical, too smart for my own hood
My x-ray vision see through this tinted image
Wipe the dust off reality’s lens to spit vicious molotov monologues at y’all
Let’s brawl, storming through the valley of the dolls carrying cronz
Attack like angry extraterrestrials challenging God
Arrive in chariots armed with various cannons and bombs

[Chorus]

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DJ Muggs vs. Ill Bill feat. Sean Price, O.C., and Sick Jacken – Trouble Shooters lyrics

Posted by hatt on 23 August 2010, 2:17 pm

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

We them trouble shooters in bubble gooses, hit you with double Rugers
Sell me Rugers, guns and goon flicks, we run this goon shit
Slit your throat and fuck you with pool sticks, too sick
Super gruesome, intrusive and abusive, shoot you with Uzis
Ill Bill, Cult Leader aka the ultimate assassin
Show you how to turn a broken cellphone into a ratchet
Veterans of stone, venomous and cold
Terrorists with messages of chrome, settlements explode
Apocalyptic faceoff, Babel to Bilderberg
Witch’s curse, pistols burst, incestuous sisters flirt, seduce you with Lucifer’s church
Crucify you, kiss the dirt
Information is power now put that shit to work
Let the light be revealed from the triple stage darkness to the seven seals
Ebbets Field forever real, rebels kill, devils fill your glass with forbidden fruit
Hidden truth, Vikings drink blood, gangsters drink gin and juice
I’m surrounded by preachers of porn, preachers of war
Leeches and whores, billionaires with features of wolves, the creeps and the crawls
Reach in the drawer, touch my enemies with a sword
Put them in their place, represent the deceased with a cause
With a silver dollar left behind to lay on his eyes
For the boatman at the River Styx to pay for his ride
Saudi businessmen from terror era, American summer homes
While W lay nude in the coffin for Skull and Bones
Unatoned, never dumb though, he played the villain
Dumber people think you are the more surprised they are he killed them

[Verse 2: Sick Jacken]

A never-ending war descending us all, epitome of enemy brawls
Send you to Hell and through Heavenly doors
Lebanese arms to sever the Devil, Heavenly cause
The deadly spar immortalized in felony bars
The melody’s dark cause of the death metal he brought
? the 17th block
Yeah the streets got a lot of heart and soul
And the sick sider make the block hotter than Hell
Fucking with my mind is not a game
The sick and infamous is born insane
You do it wrong and they respond with pain
Heroin vein, the big stick, they’re all the same
Homeland terror got named, the federal came
So it’s troubleshoot, reprogram cannons to damage jaws
Banned hammers from shooting bandanas and camouflage
We killed the man for status
Or dead president mathematics
And now we shake the fans trying to get at it

[Verse 3: Sean Price]

I was a small crack packing to the wall jack ?
All swollen on parole, now I’m back black rapping
Soon as I came home I went to my man crib
He give me a quarter-brick, get it how you live
Mama I want to sing, mama I got to sling
The ? trips made a nigga feel like a king
Bling bling, carats on my neck now
Carats in the cup after doing ten sets
Been fresh since Brandy was fucking with Ronday
And brown Macy bags used to cover the Conway
Matter fact dude ? was fucking with Charlene
I wrote my first rhyme ? every bar’s mean
Sean Price, the best rapper in New York
Plus forty-nine states, nigga my rhyme great
Primate, Sean Don Cordillius
It’s maximum stupidity, ? 
My gift of gab is a gift from God
I will get you stabbed and get you robbed (P)

[Verse 4: OC]

? Sean Price didn’t give it as a gift on some Brooklyn shit
Cracked the box with gemstar then tossed the ox
Slip on my Nike Shox, snatch a Guinness from ice box
Michael Jai White, felony spawn, hell if I’m gone
Fuck atonement for my sins, enemies I’m coming for em, on the run like Lucas
Preventing niggas from reproducing heirs to thrones so I cut short your feature
Soliloquies are chaos, trouble shooters what they are
Bill send you commission for facilitating the séance
My man sick ? corridor too 
His game of death levels does not include ?
One thing for sure is a foot in the chest
Like ? black sage, arms crossed
So goes the process of elimination
Bound, gagged, and wired up for detonation

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Sadistik – Diva de los Muertos

Posted by pill grim on 22 August 2010, 3:17 am

I whispered in her ear just to glare inside the fences/
Her ambrosia could paralyze the senses/
A paradigm to hear the acid rain/
Of paradise she dreamt with, the tears she can’t contain/
And one by one, they poured in incrementally/
She took my crown of thorns and she wore it as a wedding ring/
Said “I do”, reciprocated vows/
And blew a thousand kisses to the dissipated clouds/
I held her claws as we walked between the headstones/
Of those who tried connecting all the dots between her freckles/
Then she let go… and so did I/
As I studied hieroglyphics on her alabaster pigment/
All her thoughts would compose a careful symphony/
That summoned all my scars and the ghost of serendipity/
They sang a hymn though that could cloak the air in mystery/
To shatter all my shields, to expose a flair of misery/

On a day like this, I’ma break my wrist when I write a little bit about the strangest kiss/
That would grace my lips, and the frozen tongue that was soaked in blood but it tasted bliss/
I start to choke, break in half ’cause I can hear the battle sounds/
Of gods that close their stake in hand to fight vampiric habits now/
You think I’m sentimental? I think you’re heavy mental/
With some innocent intents too intense ’cause you said “be gentle”/
And this is more or less a morbid test of sordid stress/
A foreign sense of orchid scents before I lay my skull to rest/
I sit alone and think of darkness while the sun is raised/
You grip that throne to drink from hearts until their blood is drained/
But at least you’re honest, speaking like you’re being modest/
‘Til you see a carcass at your feet and then you feast upon it/
Your eyes resemble Mephistopheles, in fact/
I’ve never seen you smile at all and all your teeth are black/
The Diva de los Muertos is just swallowing my skin/
When she sneaks in with the scarecrows and it’s haunting me again/ (when she…)

I always knew you were pretty with all those scratches on your face, look…

And while I’m all apologetic you just conjure monsters headed/
To my head, it’s probable, the claws are sharpened, sharp and ready/
Steady when you’re treading, careful not to fall in love/
‘Cause when I’m finally done you’ll know why it’s called a crush/
All your bones corroded and they hide inside decaying flesh/
Still you cut your tongue out ’cause you don’t want to taste it yet/
So save your breath, you kiss me like a guillotine/
Fuck just like a whore and smell like whiskey and some Listerine/
Follow me again and sing an hour with the wind/
And when I travel to the gallows you just scowl me again/
And grin with foul teeth and skin, when you go to bury daisies/
Haunted by carriages, Rosemary’s Baby/
Listen grave-dancer, with disarray pander/
Your lips display cancer and kissed my face after/
Come and go to summon hope with cryptic, fake glamour/
But under oath you cut my throat with sickle blade laughter/
And it’s hard to keep your sanity when spirits’ll consume you/
And you’re consuming spirits just to peer into the voodoo/
Who knew…that you could smile when you take a life?/
Surviving from the vitamins you’re finding when you take a bite/
All my questions all are meshes, wallowed sections/
Of my chest, the small intestines, large intestines, all a plexus, all digested/
Not to mention, you’re just following a trend/
When the Diva de los Muertos is just haunting me again…/

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Celph Titled – Step Correctly lyrics

Posted by hatt on 21 August 2010, 11:46 pm

Thanks to badman621 for the lyrics. \m/

[Verse 1]

I’m from the gun shine state so my gun must shine,
I’m trying to impregnate Beyonce’s sister, just one more time
So, take a toke of this, you won’t be breathing well
I’m all about biscuits and trees, like a Keibler Elf
I snuff bikers give a fuck, I ride a unicycle
With plush tires right through the offices of rough riders
Here’s a thug reminder, a goon quick tip:
You belong in the ladies’ room, cuz you be on some bitch shit
I’ll never stop writing rhymes like this, (Cuz)
Show you what a point blank shot to your ribs (Does)
You seen the holes those shells made?
You a hotel maid, cuz all you do is foam, that’s so gay
I tried to kick a field goal,
I missed the ball, my shoe flew off and hit you in the fucken head with a steel toe,
For real though, I got this underground bullshit wrapped around my finger,
Not a rapper or singer that’s quite as ill as I am
Carve out your eyes and scramble them bitches next to the bacon in my frying pan
I was a stick-up kid, it was fucked up but fun
(Why?) Cuz I used a Nintendo Duck Hunt gun

[Chorus]

Step to me, better Step Correctly
Cuz I’ma break your jaw if you disrespect me
Get on the mic, get on the mic, god damnit,
get on the mic

[Verse 2]

Pull up right next to you at the drive-thru
I ain’t here to buy food, stupid ain’t no telling what I might do
Lickin’ shots, speed off, with the perfect timing,
Yeah the tires screech, no it ain’t Dustin Diamond
You fucken suck at rhymin’, we get past this, I’ve been iller
You’re Ben Stiller, it’s time to Meet the Fockers
You don’t greet me proper
I’ma slam your head mother fucken face down flat into a greasy saucer
Pass the cheesy salsa, I’m making nachos
I told you we gonna make it rain so bitch bring a pancho
I’m the best at war, that’s what the heckler for
Play me like it’s chess and I’ll smack you with a checker board
You should check my repo, it’s quite impressive baby
This year I’m eatin’ real meal like veal with extra gravy
You was an extra for a lady in a cheap film
In a nasty scene that left the camera lens with skeet film
Without a doubt, yeah we know what you’re about
You love sausage so much, when you talk you spit sauerkraut
Yeah, you heard me?
Yo, when you talk you spit sauerkraut out your mouth,
Biatch

[Chorus]

So if you’re gonna step, better Step Correctly
I got the microphone skills, gods bless me
So if you’re gonna step, Step Correctly
Mister Sinister, tell ‘em who I’m gonna get to have the best beats

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