They can only leave to live the linguistic Full metal jacket of the macular ballistic Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics I got hairs on my funk and I didn't flunk diaper rash I'm hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary Malicious with malice and mayhem straight out of a P-funk dictionary Give me the mic and watch me slay them Those lame and illiterate poeticistics pisses me off [unverified] Be missing me with that shit, putting your petty torched packaged Pathetically in front of me I suppress, I'll rest of the best of MC's regularly In the beginning I was 'bout it, slid in and we write it This shit deplace, y'all bitches wouldn't even thinking 'bout hit Heads flipped shittin' hard on niggas With a name like Brat exotic, cars and large bank figures A high rank nigga shop squat taker, maker of some hot shit lose Makin' it hard for all y'all bitches to move around like moose Truth whatever touch come through in a clutch Bitch beat me never heard of such niggas, say I'm just too much Consisted dollar clocker sippin' a daily vodka Private chopper live and die hip hopper With the platinum touch that's what the fuck up And I ain't tryna pack and slack shit I'm tryna pack and stack shit, to continue to make phat shit And niggas know, the lyrical molestin' is takin' place And when Da Brat is in your area, your shit ain't safe To live my whole life lavish, I lust plus crushin' Competitions a must, every time I bust And niggas know, the lyrical molestin' is takin' place And when Da Brat is in your area, your shit ain't safe To live my whole life lavish, I lust plus crushin' Competitions a must, every time I bust I'm livin' in high times with a lifeline when the sun don't shine often Taught the bandits' testimy was to never let no nigga see me soften Coughin' up liph in the morning from choking on dank daily Beware my attitude, shady pay me and serenade this lady Reach the possible limits, no gimmick lyrics Livin' trife and lavish Ms. Harris with 25 karats To cherish the iced out Oyster Perpetual Roll The swish and burn it slow, cats me know Never fishin' for roaches or smokin' the hocus pocus Once I was the brokest bitch, now I bought the dopest shit The poker Chips get place on the misses with [unverified] To shoot hits Chi town's windy city creeper weed keeper Redrumming niggas like the shining when the molestation begins And niggas know, the lyrical molestin' is takin' place And when Da Brat is in your area, your shit ain't safe To live my whole life lavish, I lust plus crushin' Competitions a must, every time I bust And niggas know, the lyrical molestin' is takin' place And when Da Brat is in your area, your shit ain't safe To live my whole life lavish, I lust plus crushin' Competitions a must, every time I bust If you consider yourself to be a competitor The object of the game is to bury ya Get the cheddar, the mo', the merrier, 312 the area Prepare for my brigade to stay paid and obligated To knock off niggas in ways you only saw take place in animation Your expiration date is pass due you copied off this shit To last you to infinity, finna be multimillion in a minute Only solo hope to do more than your average bitch Making niggas sick and having fifth watchin' me push the big six Admit it I'm Da type to get addicted to like China Why you fucking wit pure dough? Tonight's da night, we all get high Niggas know Brat take without askin', leaving everlasting gashes On you bastards lyrical assassin and niggas know Therefore this rap redemption, introdention of competition Made some motherfucker before the first admission Gets to a centamout and I sipped fout, rhyming at infinite And my pee in the fountain then I claw clutchin the cliff 'Cuz I gotta get higher into the mantic Or nabs' sucker geezees going crazy hacking or channel fool All the slackin' rappers I pack I pack a bag I travel to the peninsula with the posy I peep over the edge Drop a rock over your head as you leaving up the ledge To lead on leaving your mink on untangling your mic chord You mighta woulda been better in battling your [unverified] is bogus silly pose it Putting your petty torched packaged pathetically In front of me I suppress I'll rest of the best of MC's regularly © THROWIN' TANTRUMS MUSIC; SO SO DEF MUSIC; JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; BIG POPPA MUSIC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; AIR CONTROL MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com