"Scratch"You know what? "Scratch"What man? I step on stage, break a leg and a ligament "Scratch" I step on stage, break a leg and a ligament "Scratch"You know what? "Scratch"What man? Yo"Scratch"Yo "Scratch"We stand on like burg shit on a black shoe Yo"Scratch"Yo That's True If you can't spit a fatter, ripping track then I will My skill is known for knocking niggas out like Nyquil I'm ill as AIDS patients when I start to play stations With a heart so dark, my thoughts relay Satan Display patients when you're waiting to see me fall off Call off your clicky way sick, you got a small cough? Verbal sawed off through the mic I spit rap with so much force, the kickback would make my wrist snap I diss cats who chit-chat then dispatch Every time I flip tracks that make them know they shit's whack Scratch a Tic-Tac, we'll give you flavor 'til there's none left And fuck up the game more than a drunk ref Some wept when I stepped to grab a mic again Because I'm colder than ice, made from liquid nitrogen We the type of men that heads bumping 'til their wigs bend Your crew's losing stripes like zebras with bad pigment
I step on stage, break a leg and a ligament Only blame yourself if this comes across ignorant You're whack! Actually, don't let me talk about your faculty I'm running with the ball, can't none of y'all tackle With my back to you and your back to me We'll take ten paces then attack the M.I.C. So my advice would be for you would be for you to not to play with fire Mean in the empire 'til the day we retire
"Scratch"You know what? "Scratch"What man? I step on stage, break a leg and a ligament "Scratch" I step on stage, break a leg and a ligament "Scratch"You know what? "Scratch"What man? Yo"Scratch"Yo "Scratch"We stand on like burg shit on a black shoe Yo"Scratch"Yo That's True |~End~| |~Lyrics By:DawG~|