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* originally appeared on Majik Most's album, "You Got Jokes?!?!" |
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[Verse One: Majik Most] |
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I wanna make a mill so I can change and act strange |
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Get an Andre 3000 wig with some bangs |
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I'll hang and bang your frame like the Predator do |
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Turn in your album kid, I'm the editor dude |
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I'm takin' out you, your producer and your crew |
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(Ayo, that's why they hate you) |
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I'ma spit in your food |
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Turn in your eggs and steak |
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Just throw it off your plate |
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You're shook cause your mom called and pre-booked a date rape |
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[Celph Titled] |
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Now when thugs hear this beat, they wanna do the Hammer dance |
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I keep so many guns on me |
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I gotta rock Hammer pants |
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God Damn I'm the man |
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(Who's that?) |
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I've been a star since Pat Benatar been a star |
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I seen you talkin' to some men at the bar |
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But I ain't know who they was |
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Here's a round on us |
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We gonna throw 'em some slugs |
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Launch 'em a scud |
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And put the glock to the back of your head |
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My burner stay scaldin' hot |
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Leave you with a balding spot |
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[Chorus: Scratching] |
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"Y'all shut up and listen" |
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"Just a feeling" |
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"Ain't nothin', ain't frontin'" |
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"Just a feeling" |
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"************, yeah, we murder the rest" |
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"Just a feeling" |
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"Y'all in trouble now" |
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"Y'all shut up and listen" |
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"Just a feeling" |
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"Ain't nothin', ain't frontin'" |
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"Just a feeling" |
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"************, yeah, we murder the rest" |
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"Just a feeling" |
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"That bull************ts not me, that bull************t is you" - KRS-One |
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[Verse Two] |
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I'm a dangerous man like highly flammable flannels |
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(And what?) And lit Roman candles (Oh) |
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Majik man handles |
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My groping ass, flat breast sick sex scandal |
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In my private jet you can bet I'm not sober |
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Reverend Run's on a runway, I"ll run his ass over |
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I'll leave your melon with a massive comb over |
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Diagnose with melanoma and gang green and a coma |
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And I'll eat your spleen with kidney beans and it's over |
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[Celph Titled] |
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Don't stick your head out |
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It's huntin' season for duck **********s |
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Elmer Fudd with the pump loaded |
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You better duck **********s |
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No Rogaine just pro pain to make your wig flammable |
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Keep my weapon concealed inside a stuffed animals |
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Stash rifles in giraffe necks |
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Smack you with a hockey stick |
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Now that's a bad check |
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Why give a ************ some chedda |
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When I can come home and jack off |
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To some old school rap videos by Salt-N-Pepa |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three: Majik Most] |
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Catch you broke kids on radar |
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I see you on the beacon |
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Come to your house and just punch your beak in |
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Me and Vicious Stevens dump your body in the deep end |
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(Stupid mother******) |
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You got caught tryin' to peak in |
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When your little sister **********d to me speakin' |
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I freak the industry |
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Stay on my job |
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Mother********** a gun butt |
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I'll give you a gun job |
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Now you need Sponge Bob to soak up blood clots |
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[Celph Titled] |
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Yeah |
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Me and Majik the tag team of rap |
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Toe taggin' your team into rap |
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Your grandma is gettin' clapped |
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(You let the guns rumble?) |
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********** I'm Spice-1's stunt double |
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Sprayin' flames at your grill until your face bubbles |
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Demonic aroma therapy |
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Burnin' flesh and kerosene |
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Groundin' your brains into canned hams with yams and beans |
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And it seems your studio is my bathroom stall |
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Come through rockin' a pea coat and piss on y'all |
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[Chorus] |
