(Bambi)
mix slang flow, cruisin down the road
hand out the window, as i go
no one can match the evilness in me
no one can beat or match the B
buzzin like birds and the bees
stomp your feet, cause you feel this beat
you may not notice me, but im all you see
I'm malicious, delicous
efficent collision open your insision with a fishin
hook, no hook for this track, no number for a stat
this is a tickin time bomb, yeah, so i insist you step back
so let the cat out that bag, i bet ************ doesn't come back
im strapped with rap and dynamite with a match
it ain't lit but you still step back
that's all i ask, so step back outta this crap
cause you aint **** matched to this match
and that's that, so yeah, go ahead recline in your seat and kick back
c'mon
(me)
(calm)Lets switch it up though Imma small mc lookin to grow
Wherever I go people be pushin me yo
(slowly rises)But im gonna stop that crap cuz now cuz when I rap y'all sit back on ya couch just to cusion the blow!
With a mic in his possession this kid is a weapon
Its like a smith and Wesson
Ain't graduated but I'm still teaching these rappers a lesson
Mess with me? F with me make some noise if you wanna step to me
(pause)
See yo nobody will mess with this crap
Tracks are like maps cuz I put my entire world on that
I jab jaws with hack saws mcs get smacked off
When u hear me you suddenly think your Jill on a hill jack off
People used to say I had predictable lines
Well y'all must have simplistic minds
Cuz this verse is full of simple rhymes
But I bet y'all weren't expecting me to get so much buzz this time
Optical lenses, forensics, rippin partial edges
My minds an arsenal of weapons
Lyrics are bullets mag emptied in seconds
Speaking of seconds in a matter of minutes
Me and Bambi both proved we can rap circles round these bitches
So if you step to us yo u get smacked
Mic ripped from the grasp of your hand and gets smashed
(Bambi)
smash, yeah, smash through the glass
head strapped to my ass, so of course im an ass
shoot for stats, just to see who will last
a shootout, now, who can match
who can match, how many words will i match
these words, you'd swear i was notorious
you'd swear, i was strapped with swords
hangin you and crew from the celin with extension cords
on my knees yellin at the lords, for my freedom
these lyrics, don't over read um
cause i dont even read um, im in my own world
yeah, read or weap um
throw the water im on fire
you couldnt burn me even with a curlin iron
now my voice is tired, i must be a lier
cause even it was tired i would still be fightin
(me)
Ill just Keep fighting ill just keep writing
Brainstorming to the point where I spit lightning
Cuz damn i spit electrical its Raining metaphors, just plain incredible
You don't get it? Mic messiah here to make the game respectable
Cuz now adays it seems they will let anyone waltz right on in
Just cuz my boys name is Bambi don't mean he'll freeze if you put a light on him
It should be, illegal what I do to this M-I-C
Police are on the scene convictin me for murder in the third degree
Complete slaughter deserving of the death penelty
This is just an example if the pen mightier than the sword
Leave with ink on your spinal cord
Get hurt with words and killed with a verse
Im The mr miagi of rap the wise master
Spider on the mic devouring fly rappers
(Bambi)
and I ain't eatin candy cuz I have the rapper
Have him in the jaws of life and I'm snapping his back backwards
(me
Haha backwards let's get real y'all are head over heals ya backpackers
Funny these rappers are crumbling under pressure from a couple crackers
(Bambi)
yeah these r 2 crackerz on a track
If you dont like it you can lick the **** runnin down my ass crack
So kiss my ass
(me)
But you'd probably enjoy it cuz y'all are fuckin bums
Plus asses are where most of your lyrics are comin From
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