I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one If I was born in Chun-Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk I ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore I don't scare chief The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each Lick it a little closer to the center of a Blow Pop Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while You're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave Check out this style that I've Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky Semi-social, never seem sloppy See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy We see so-so-songs and some shots, so Snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system Smoke the joker, three times over And owe her, go with the flow Or I'm about to yoke a joker
[Verse 2: Treach]
All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do. You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up Grab your microphone, battle time, sho' nuff. Any freestyle I see while I prowl I dial a new style, tell me about ooh child! Another victory, it's mystery I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he Get the things he needs? Remember how blistery? You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me Slicin your life away, just like my mic today, I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away...... I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust Take you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight All luck y'all, look at the props y'all So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo I'mma smoke ya, It's time to yoke the joker
[Verse 3: Treach]
The only way you wouldn't be gettin' dissed, jumped like a girlie, Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early. You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop If I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high Never would you ever get the thrill to say "Yo, sweat Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat" Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day Takin competition's what I do in the worst way. Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya The proof is in the puddin', my collar ain't wooden It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children Physically, facially, racially made to be Crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan Pimp smack that then attract the new game plan Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit Bite what I might get, then up and say "I quit" Me getting got? O, what a beautiful thought from you. Ain't it amazing what some paper plus a pen and tongue can do? Yoke the joker!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
