Twiztid "Blam!" |
(Mr. Bones) You don't know how we do things Shut the door and don't fuckin say shit I'ma bust you, gimme that fuckin wrench I'm gonna crack this fuckin' kid in the skull Listen here motherfucker you don't know how we do things You shut the fuck up Look some motherfuckers don't play that shit I'm one of them motherfuckers Don't fuck with me I'm warning you what the Don't fuck with me, you cocksucker Shut, shut up (Mr. Bones) I transcend And continue to bring rhymes Rappers is dime a dozen Like the Cars and Train times This is the shit I'm not the ordinary cracker I'm a Ritz, Step back, Jack Or collide with two fist Blam! To your chin Blam! To your skull Now tell me who the brother with the biggest balls rising From here to Reno pesky like a mosquito Tougher than Scarface so call me Al Pacino Wishing like Skee-Lo to meet the Beatles Eating some Frito's a cool cat daddy like Chester Cheeto Chanting like the Santo Domingo Munks mortuary, livin' close to the cemetary Met a girl named Carrie She told me she loved me and it's scary Like Chuck Berry I string funky guitars Swoopin down on brothers like they were far better Deal caps get peeled Raps get dealed and dealt Twelve inches keep spinning Turntables with felt Now give a little cut can you That's enough cause I represent a style That be fuckin tough and built like a Tonka truck Because I take abuse and keep on Survival of the fittest, first rule of the strong I'm not made by Nabisco, but I drink Cisco When I go to Hardee's I always order me a Frisco Combo meal $2.95 Oh what a deal (Would you like that supersized for 35 cents?) For real? Ok go ahead just don't do no hockin' on my bread Can I substitute my drink with a milkshake instead? (Yes sir, your total comes to $14.88) Who I'm tryin to feed, Michigan State? Can you relate? (Chorus 2x) Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with (Badder than bad coming from MoTown) Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with (You don't wanna fuck with me) Clap on, clap off like the clapper I'm such a hotstepper Drinkin some Dr. Pepper With my nigga Jed he's the wrecker (Microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2 Now tell me mufuckas what you came to do) I came to bring the skills And try to pay the phone bills I saw Jack and Jill Doin the nasty at the top of the hill Comic books, and bitches is the shit that I dig I don't wanna grow up cause I'm a Toys 'R Us kid I get lost in space like Will Robinson, Danger! Call on the Dragonzord cause I'm a Mighty Morphin Power Ranger Hitting on the scene with karate kicks O-D'n on the sugar with the pixie sticks And a big ol' fat glass of grape Kool-Aid Chillin with senior citizens enjoyin the shade Stayin paid couting the big old wad of cash Hittin on the scene like Jumpin' Jack Flash I dash some pepper, achoo it made me sneeze Always itchin my balls like I have some type of fleas Oh baby please, what you see's is what you get A goof ball with long hair growin' wild like a Chia pet We just met, you know how I come across As I enforce, sweatier than intercourse Spicier that hot sauce Reinforce your lyrics, lyricist cause I'm a smash Takin your titles and I'm not gonna stop Till your career crash (Chorus 2x) Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with (Badder than bad coming from MoTown) Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with (You don't wanna fuck with me) Hickory dickory dock Tell them hoes they better stay off my cock Cause I rolls with a pack of lunatics down the block Mad alliance, big giants House of Krazee's runnin shit for the 9-6 and then some Represetin mad skills, pay the bills Gotta act, bustin hands on the dub sack Now tell me who got the ill rhymes? Got your toe tappin like Gregory Hines uh Running shit like a marathon I'm stronger than teflon And use my liquid friend to get my drink on Well I'm sluggin bigger than the average nig Got an attitude I get rude You disrespect me and I'll split your wig Nig nig nack paddy wack My name is Mr. Bones dunkin lyrics In your ears like Eddie Jones You better give it up for the original individual in disguise So open your eyes, surprise I fade em all like Jamal I'm standin tall with my back to the wall A bad brother like Lou Rawls I fold ya, I thought I told ya Gun in the holster Thought patterns were deeper than the minds of Minolta I ain't actin this ain't no play Been eatin Play-Doh and paint chips since I was 8 Can you relate? (Chorus 6x) Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with (Badder than bad coming from MoTown) Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with (You don't wanna fuck with me) Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |