Order - The Shady Corps, Milkbone, Mic Rippa

Brothers be knowing that I like this sport

Niggas get dropped in thought

Skinny jeans, these faggots be saggin' in their boxing shorts

They already know that most you niggas is remedial

They used to be like, «Think like Mike.»

Just do whatever he would do

Fighting is a crime

Some niggas do it like it’s seasonal

My shit be off the rocker

I be giving ya’ll a reason to

Yo Rippa’s that dude in real life

And yeah I kinow its nice to be hard but look its hard to be nice

Just name the price, I ain’t even gonna backtalk to you

That’s money in the bank, I heard your shit, you pack awful

But somebody got to talk to you like your trash is possible

When you get bagged, his ass responsible

Period

Shit will get ugly, it will get bloody, period

And now you all inferior and it wasn’t that serious

My material is hazardous

And you, you’re whole pattern is nothing but an embarrassment

You should hire a strategist

You tacky

I mean what could you do to get through, past me?

Attack me?

My crew will pull up in a blue taxi

Ya’ll just doing demos, getting

I’m like a demolition team

I’m getting paid for beating up the booth

You hated in the bricks

I know you mad, but

When you pull out your pad you full of air like a bag of potato chips

Or get ate like nine

Going line for line with me

You better take your time

When you make them rhymes

Before I brake your spine

Snatch your nickel bag and tell you, 'Make me dime'

You’d think I did some time for Diddy just the way we shine

Looking for at least a milli before I say, 'We'll sign'

Or make up my mind

I rip straight lines

You hungry for your chic to be a ten but she a six

That’s what, seven, eight, nine

Let me reiterate on my eleven-state crime

I levitate spines

That don’t ever take time

You say you got it locked, but stop

That is not the case

You say you used to run up in the spot with a stocking on your face

Over on your block just to pop the safe

But when you got knocked I was shocked

You cooperate

That’s why I’m mad when I’m hearing trash ya’ll write

I done slayed cats in the past that ya’ll like

Getting cash but that don’t mean that I laugh at ya’ll life

But ya’ll niggas ass like that show Basketball Wives

There’s nothing that can catch

But listen I don’t really need attention

I just like taking a tissue from your ass

I’ve got the powers of Stephen Strange

My raps seem magical

It’s the rap radical

Back from sabbatical

Riding through the capital

Drunk, holding the calico

The best player out on the court

I’m Earl Manigault

Larger than you might think, my nigga

My attack is tactical

To have fans chasing after dude

If they catch up I hope they act rational

Or I’m gonna be on national

News cause I blast a dude

Somebody’s a windshield and crashed into

The back of a van, hit a can and I slammed into

The front of car that was carrying Samuel Jackson

And that dude that played Hannibal’s animals

I’m so hot I give off fumes

When I walk in the door, I’m the elephant in the room

And tunes, I just shit on them just like I’m eating prunes

While I’m sitting on a pile of records howling at the moon

And I’m fly as a witch while she’s sitting on a broom

Been hot as June since I was in the womb

I’ll throw salt on your wound

Like Dee-Bo I’m a goon

All brawn, no brain, I eat spaghetti with a spoon

And I can see it now, my name in lights, «Coming Soon»

So official at noon

And I’m Shady motherfucker like Slim eating shrooms

Rap is like a pretty, young bride and I’m the groom

Motherfucker

Yo, yo

Grease is meat sauces

Meet me on the corner

We can speak in the office

Scarface

Walk in the wedding with bleached Dockers

Rich dudes looking at cash for boss dudes

I know broke kids picking up stash from bar stools

Come on bro, I been around the block after

Spin around clocks for half the price, sacrifice

Milk B, no flashy ice

Stash the vice

Parasites want to marry me, better ask me nice

Milk laughs at life and he throws at

Am I doing the right thing?

I even asked the pastor twice

He spoke through his peephole, said I’m a deep soul

The weak don’t grow, you need to speak what you know

You sleep for one second, you could dream it all away

I don’t speak more than you, I just mean what I say

Yo and look ma'

I like to cook ma'

I’m never shook ma'

I’m hungry, why let me look at your bra?

Born, bred in the streets of Jerz' beef’s occurred

I’m the host with the most coast, the east, it’s the merge

I get in where I fit in

Everybody finga' lickin' stickin' dick up in a chicken go to prison for

spitten' what they ain’t livin'

They just hippin' what they driven'

I don’t know I’m just the Alamo

Give these hitters a ribbon

I been through the storm I got rolled and drove in it

Ice-cold weather permittin' umbrellas with holes in it

No disc-jockey hockey, there’s got to be goals in it

You go to sleep for one minute, and you dream it all away

I don’t speak more than you, I just mean what I say

Bro