Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a bone
Straight from the catacomb, the 'Children of the Corn'
My windpipe's attached to project ballers
Ruggeder, 'Predator', Viking, etcetera
Precise an', slicin' jugulars, the 'Cutthroat'
Approach me with extreme caution, oh, now you forcin'
Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, move out
The most slept on since Rip Van Wink
Wait later, will make front page paper
I scored 1.1 on my SAT
If you smell what Tical cookin'
Doc y'all and that's my man Jabberjaw
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
Your man got slapped up, extorted for his ice an'
Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, move out
And still push a whip with a right and left AC
Ain't tryin' to see central bookin' so tell ya goon stop lookin'
My voice, DVD 'round sound so I'm heard round town
I'm from the underground, my sound lift
Date raper with juvenile eighth graders
When I bust, y'all need to back fo' acres
Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, when will you learn?
Platform shoes to bitches, fo'-hundred pounds
Go ask your father who the father from the hill to harbor
Gun down at sundown, you keep score
A little off the wall maybe, go, get a shrink
Don't even bother, the radio for back-up, alright then
Even knocked your tooth out to make y'all feel it
Believe that shit, slaughter, straight to camcorder
With the mic in my hand I mutilate MC's
You know tha saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager
Ain't no tomorrow's in the Method's 'Little Shop of Horrors'
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait your turn
Get up, stand up, back up, push up
Don't make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga ear
And I'm the street-talkin', dog-walkin'
The shit list ready, who next to scratch off?
This trainin' course and y'all ain't fit
Street life is triflin', body over here
But 'Stone Cold' like Steve Austin
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
You yell, "Turn the heat down"
And chances of y'all leavin'? 'Round now
'Know What You Did Last Summer', so I started hookin'
My shit stink with every element from A to Z so what you think?
With deadly medley, y'all ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie
Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, move out
Hit the high school and 187 Caesar
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
I spit a .41 revolver on New Year's Eve
Get up, stand up, back up, push up
On my crew tombstone put, we all ain't shit
Even knocked your tooth out to make y'all feel it
That don't got a 'CLUE', prepare for 'Desert Storm'
You past shooken off an open can of ass-whoopin'
Spit poison, got a gun permit draw
People's Champ, niggaz be takin' on competitors
Jump up, act up to make y'all feel it
I'ma blackout on just one drink you must be crazy
Get up, stand up, back up, push up
Jump up, act up to make y'all feel it
My hand to Rock, yo' Cradle often, I'm hot-scorchin'
Even knocked your tooth out to make y'all feel it
I'm behind the brick wall with arsenic jaws
I'm 'Too Hot for TV', rap draw water
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
Jump up, act up to make y'all feel it
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get called
