Who talkin' smack bitch You wanna get at this, think you need more practice You weigh out your bracket, I rock the home of fuckin' atlas Save that racket for the tennis court inner Bought your mission Resort to kissin' these gluts, or you played like flutes Cause the acne that I inflict, causes tragedy when I spit And if you ain't the shit, you better dip, you better split You better take off, before I before break off Make off Munch through cupcakes, that's soft That's why I serve you like a bake off I'll rip your Face Off like I'm Nicholas Cage You wanna face off? That's ridiculous, I'm Rage The mic brawler The night crawler I smoke 'em like I'm off that water Clever Adlas great grand daughter Would injure ya, your girl from Virginia (Uh, uh) Make no bones about it When it's all about it I got a knights that remains raw, a ice's never thaws Priceless, baby, hah Rage, that's all
"Check the flow" "Rage in effect"
"So now you know" "Kick up" "Dust" "As I begin to bust"
"Back on up"
I'm foldin' Emcees like Times with dirty consonants and vowels When I creepin' on the prowl and stay wild out like an owl Now who (Who) Flows better than this rhyme writer You in a click full of dicks and you still couldn't come tighter than Live in red dress With the afro puff hairdress Young and restless, naw, you nah wanna test this, ha I break it down baby, and best pray to the Lord Cause Fuckin' 'round with Rage is a Wish you can't afford I leave 'em standin' on they tippy toes, dealin' with a drippy nose Bombardin' with my fifty flows, I ain't fuckin' with these silly hoes Now Shit's about to get so retarded I just got dumped and I got left broken hearted I ain't got shit to lose, the first bitch that move They gon' Catch it in the worst way Rage blood thristy Attacks ready to throw down, that's how it goes down I can't slow down Judge Joe Brown convicted me a rhyme Slaughter Cause I spit killable syllables Leave 'em pitiful, the cynical Rage, unfuckwitable
Now with my Timbos I could leave a bimbo in limbo Make 'em tremble when I spit through the dental of these instrumentals When I'm chewin' on a mental, from the intro I told y'all from the get-go, I rock harder than credentials Say that Shit for your colon I strike 'em like I'm bowlin' You sweet cheeks can't compete with the heat that I'm holdin', ha Dingbats, better take their wings back and cash in Lyrical murderer back up in this bitch to bashin' So, ante up and pull your panties up And call your granny up Tell her you got your fanny bust Weak shit banged off the backboard How about some hardcore? How about some rough, rugged and raw With all sincereness I spit lyrics with raw severeness Gladiator fearless, Tyson style, leave 'em Earless So Which of you, want me to snatch you by your brithces, boo I, hit you with my witches' stew, turn 'em into bitches' brew Terror, when you up against Rage Hitchcock From H block With a flow that make 'em scream, "Rage, stop! " Now that's crazy Naw, that's the Lady Of Rage (Rage...)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
