Feel It

'Cause if I have to cock it well then it's gettin' shot
Stunts gather round check out the sound
You know I'm killin' any pig that squeals

Feel it, just feel it

And if it's gettin' shot well yo you're gettin' bucked down
Don't fuck with me punk you know that I'm thorough
Step into my sector homeboy you'll get greeted
Or I just might bust and unload my clip
The Celtic ruin, the legion of doom
My DJ Lethal, he's on the cut
On stage I get wrecked and I collect my riches
So hit the road Jack and don't come back no more

When I drink a brew it's either Guinness or Mickeys
I don't fuck around I ain't got time for punks
Now gimme some room and I'll explode

Feel it, just feel it
So let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky

Now gimme the track or with the fat back doom
And I got a subsciption of High Times
When I be flowin' I get the job done
Feedin' you beats straight off the streets
Just feel it
So catch, me catch me, if you can
I had a few drinks already don't make me cock it
Solo, bolos are what I'll be throwin'
Back to the rhyme I'm always on time
Just feel it, feel it
Feel it, c'mon on y'all, feel it
So you better quit zit I came to rip shit
But I got time to smoke all the skunk philly blunts
Bred like a race horse right in your face force
Son Dooby's in the back
Got bitches on my jock like New Kids On The Block

Unless you're a punk then I'll just pop you in the lip
Where it all started what're you retarded
'Cause I'm number one the prodigal son

Rise to the top fuck a punk cop
A lime to a lemon yo a lemon to a lime

Soakin' in your brain the house of pain
You know I'm the man like chewbacca knows han
Askin' the question teachin' the lesson
I can't lose like Parker Lewis I'm undefeated
And show you the deal now how did that feel
The Mexican Ralph Emms is on the track
I don't need a glock 'cause I'm not a hard rock
I left and I came back but not with the same rap
'Cause I rock fly rhymes over funky beats
I rock the old school style and it's futile
And not with the same style I'm known to get buck wild
When I bust a dope rhyme, it's like bustin' a nut
You'll be surprise, surprise, surprise as I
Let's bump uglies in the night time between the sheets

Feel it, just feel it
The luck of the Irish, spreads like a virus, so feel it
I'm always hip hop only a pimple goes pop
I'll put your head out just like a fuckin' Marlboro
Then ya got Kooter fixin' over them cars
Is causin' pain and feelin' pain so feel it
Bringin' the West Coast back to the East Coast
I get the funky style and like gomer pile

I'm fillin' up reels of tape with my fly rhymes

You're startin' to trip from that Jheri Curl drip
Punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches
Cock back my hammer then squeeze off my load
Or I'll be moppin' up the floor with your crew of soft core

To step up 'cause you'll get swept up like dust
C'mon y'all, feel it
Blastin' with the soul assassins

And let's get down to do the nasty freaky funky stinky junky
By the 380 Colt Mustang in my pocket