Lyrics:
Raging bull [?] Mr. Kane is so raunchy
Death rose [?] through lethal injection
Execute him and chop up his body in sections
Clean cut butcher knives
X
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
daddies, sherm, high
Bloop bloop dip dip water water fry
Crack, cocaine yola, bloody sheets
They brought it in on a plane, and I put it on my streets
Ha ha, ah yeah
Got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on, yeah (hoo-wee)
Black Sheep in the house
Sweet daddy Mr. Lawnge in the house
My
[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman ]
Yo this is Westwood
I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight
And just walked into this
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
The Armor
Hey Mr Bronze
Perfect to the bone
Don't you know that your misfortunes
Are self-made on your own
And if anyone's to blame
You'll find him in
Groove
Don't need hands to touch you
Mr. Perfect, the one you wanna rap like
The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe
Slap the fuck
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
the life that can lead you, lead you to an NE Heartbreak
(On the strength, boy!)
Form city to city, our friends and our fans, (Yo, peep this!)
They're
Yo, Kane, let's get 'em
I'm talking blackout
Put lives to a name, fuck a tapout
All in together, we gon' wipe 'em
Wax in revenge mode, time for
Ha yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
One time
Yo
Never liked son from day one bring you tool
That nigga stick you and play dumb hate a bitch ass
[D.M.C.]
Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle
Cracks, in the cradle
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
Little Boy Blue higher than the moon
Will he, will
bitches are hoes
Put it in ya neck, my motherfuckin' ho
Or in your earhole
Wherever the fuck it goes
Yeah, yo, yo
No disrespect to any architect
stimulation
Put it all together for a perfect combination
I mean this girl would actually buy a rock with
The very last dime she got in her pocket
And when
institution
Finnin for the crack distribution
Take a hit knock it out the park
Show you in the dark
I'm yo super hero
I'm yo new Smallville Clark
Hunger
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now I see everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin' cats thrown inside a bing
Tinted with them choppers though
We spin yo block my Mr softee
Spot you like a domino
Simon say he want you dead
I say that you got to go
So we gone drop
What's yo' name?
What's yo' name?
My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard, and I'ma alcoholic
Yeah, me too, nigga (oh)
You're now rockin' with Tha Liks
across seas on glaciers
Four shotguns that got fucked by Geisha
Still gracious, still able to twist out darts
Just grew tougher skin from swimming with
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
Screaming "yo let us in!"
Cops shoot the streets go to
Sleep wathcing Letterman
Ain't nothing new on the news
Throw my brew to the tubes
I ain't tryna hear
to Houston in a gray Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's
So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy all crack babies
And it's evident
Tical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly
One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh
How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique?
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