Paz-Zone - Genitallica

Yes, it is I says me and although agree are more than three

'Cause they’re we, yes, yo, I’m in the house now for sure

Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men

Who knows what evil lurks within them

But let’s take a travel down the blindside

And see what we find on this path called

Stranded on death row so duck when I swing my shit

I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits

The gangsta type, what I recite’s kinda lethal

Niggas know the flow that I kick, there’s no equal

I’m murderin' niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone

I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit niggas can’t fuck with

So remember I go hardcore and slam

Nuff respect like a Sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme

So any nigga that claim they bossin'

What don’t you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?

Take a walk through the hood when we up to no good

Slangin' them things like a real O.G.

should

I’m stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so

When you’re slippin', I slip the clip in but ain’t no set tripppin'

'Cause it’s death row, rollin' like the mafia

Think about whoopin' some ass but what the fuck stoppin' ya?

Ain’t nothin' but a buster

I’m stranded on death row

For pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers

Now you know you’re outdone

Feel the shotgun, corrupt inmate, cell block one

No prevention from this mention of sorts

You’re a victim from my drive by of thoughts

No extensions, all attempts are to fail

Blinded by the light, it’s time you learn Braille

From the lunatic, I death like arsenic

When I kick up wicked raps Dr. Dre will kick the scratch

With treachery my literary form will blast

And totally surpass the norm

Not a storm, plural, make it many storms

When I’m vexed I fly leg, necks and arms

In this dimension I’m the presenter

And the inventor and the tormentor

Deranged like the hillside strangler

MC mangler, tough like Wrangler

I write a rhyme, hard as concrete

Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite

So what you wanna do?

The narrator RBX, cell block two

Rage, lyrical murderer, stranded on death row

And now I’m servin' a lifetime sentence

There’ll be no repentance

Since it’s the life that I choose to lead, I plead guilty

On all counts let the ball bounce where it may

It’s just another clip into my AK

Buck 'em down with my underground tactics

Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress

Bed frame there’s another dead pain

Layin' lain with the shame, who’s to blame?

Me, the lady of Rage On

When I’m comin from the death in row takin' no shit

So flip and you’re bound to get dropped

It’s 187 on motherfuckers don’t stop handcuffed as I bust

There’ll be no debate, it’s Rage, from cell block eight

And yo steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog

It’s the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg

Makin' videos, now I stay in Hollywood

Bustin' raps for my snaps, now they call me Eastwood

Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga

Warren G is my hand and my hand’s on the trigga

Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got

Sent to death row 'cause I wanted to make

A grip from servin' my rocks

And I’m still servin' for mines, peace

To my motherfuckin' homies doin' time

In the pen and the county jail

Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell

And you say, yeah, fuck the police

And all the homies on the streets is all about peace

And it’s drivin' the cops crazy

But ain’t nuttin' but a black thing, bay-bee, uh

No I’m not flaggin' but I’m just saggin'

I betcha don’t wanna see the D O double G

And you can’t see the D R to the E

Or my motherfuckin' homey D.O.C

You know you can’t fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ

That’s my homey and we call him Warren G

Yeah, and you don’t stop, Doggy Dogg

Break 'em down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound

That’s the only way we’ll beat 'em, man

We gotta smoke 'em then choke 'em

Like the motherfuckin' Peter Man

It’s like three and to the two