me, tell me What you want from me? What you want from me? What you want from me? What you, what you What you want, what you want from me? What you want
man You find me offensive, I find you offensive Shit, this is the same verse I just did this When am I gonna come to my good senses? Probably the day
math if I was black I woulda sold half I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln high school to know that But I can rap so fuck school I'm too cool to go
I worship the devil That I do all types of, retarded shit Look, I can't change the way I think And I can't change the way I am But if I offended you?
Now you see what I came for No one here is to blame for Misunderstand, all in a hand Just like you could, you make me All that I am, all in a hand
i got green bud i serve dubs like it aint no thang i hang with OG playas dont set trip or you might get what we call a rat pack i dont slack when it
know that I was behind it I'm makin examples up out of you niggas Who thinkin a nigga is playin wit ya I'm buckin you suckas, I'm bringin da ruckus I am
I'll spin you like a quarter, drink you like water Hit below the belt with things you never thought of I lay down the law that I am a slaughter I roll
You seek to mistreat us So this is calculated amalgamation One shit fired inspired by hope to arouse a nation (I), I am the renegade
both hands when thy bail. Full fatal and ??? bomb, I am phenominal, If I laid on train tracks I'd make that shit de-rail. Hold still, I'm so ill i
be a soldier, stand down It's okay to be as you were Be as you were again Am I a woman raised man-machine Damaging everything I touch? By not caring enough Or too much? Am I
I'm right here yo Shaq, where ya at? Phife, I'm over here you can't front on the track 'cause the track is phat Verse 3: Shaq, Phife yo here I am again you
when you thought I wasn't comin back I heard you askin all your girls aiyyo where he at? Well here I am doin damage on another track Do you really
these scars I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel But it's like no matter what I do I can't convince you, to just believe this is real
I don't care I'll bitch slap cowlicks into your hair Faygo in a Pillowcase, don't manage I'll bitch slap your head, brain damage I bitch slap cheeks
you ready for doom, Because I've blackened the sun, And I've bloodied the moon. I bring gloom when I step in the room, With the fumes of a tomb, I consume
you up in the room, ain't trippin' off of the groom I'll give it to you anyway you wanna have it Baby, is a horse an' yes of course, I'mma have to break
Damage your area, I'ma launch a fierce missile I roll schools, movin' butt like I'm toilet tissue What is your issue? You over man, I don't miss you