Three The Hard Way - Vandalyzm and Finale, FINALE, Vandalyzm

Ya know, so we wanna clear the air And let you all know what time of day it

really is.

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

And it goes a lil' somethin' like this…

And you don’t want none of me, I’m endin' the career

Of e’ry Barry Bonds wannabe that think he in the clear

Like I don’t know ya cheatin'

I see it from the bleachers

And I’m from St. Louis, I seen McGuire do it, stupid

Forever the fag for dressin' in drag

Actin' all animated like American Dad

And rappers reppin' white power like Confederate flags

When they be sellin' white powder outta medicine bags

I do you one better than that, baking soda and 'caine

I got that Ecstasy, I’mma put a hole in your brain

You try to compare me to all them swoll back entertainers

I’m outta place like an out of shape personal trainer

Cause I’m a modern day Gandhi

Me and Tay Zonday came in the do' to make it Chocolate Rain on them hoes

I’m undeniable, love me or hate me, a true player

Your whole crew’s the who’s who of Who Cares?

(And no one gives a fuck)

Yeah, you’re trapped in the closet

You’re never comin' out like Joe Budden, ayo what up with niggas?

Itchin' to go to prison where there’s no women

You the definition of a homo thug

Them hoes love it

Born along the street when the?

on the beat

I storm in, your men begin to retreat

On Halloween get a mean case of deja vu

And ain’t a thang they can say about the way I move

If pick one of your dogs out

Recordin' if he ain’t perform,?

important

And when they begin reportin'

Sorta feel like I’m Michael Vick in the wrong house

Can’t stand when good food go in the wrong mouth

So when I can’t afford the smorgasbord

I’mma run up on the table and fix my plate and flip it over

Lift my cake and take in that look on they face

I’m on a paper chase and they say I’m on pace to break a record

Me and your girl were celebratin' early, make 'em hate

You can do the Ray J, Screetch, Pam and Tommy Lee

Find a freak and make a tape and even then he ain’t competin'

Need a cape, save a date and watch when I drop an album

Power moves

Game

Is hotter than the sun

Speak my name like the taste of ass on your tongue

Who gassin' the son?

Try to blast at the one and I speak fast, and leave a heat rash on your duns

You don’t want drama or beef

I promise I’ll reach for your throat, snap your neck off with a sigh of relief

It’s the Mr. Night Gazer

Tongue like a light tazer

Gun slayed, engrave a nigga’s face off with a light saber

I’m a saber tooth

Lunge in invade your booth

Peel your wig back

Ingest your brains like you’re made of soup

Boy I’m sick and ill I need bail, rest and pills

I’ll pipe your mom and make that bitch foot the doctor bill

You faggot niggas cuddled up watchin' Dr. Phil

Type to spill during physicals when the doctor feel

I know the chain and the medallion and the rocks is real

But that don’t mean that you can rhyme, you need to stop and chill

For real

Take your time, just mine that

Know a G when you see a G, recognize that

And if you undermine that

You will catch a size 13, SP, (bing) right where your behind’s at, black

I’m done talkin', the discussion is dead

If you see me when I’m walkin' then I’m offin' your head

Yeah, I’m off with a ?, like I’m poppin' the lead

I’m the illest in St. Louis nigga fuck what he said

Who?

Nigga I’m talkin' 'bout you!

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