Cali_Bud
04-03-07, 04:57 AM
Ecliptik
Who the hell do you think you is/
I'll take the food off ya chest like a babies bib/
And how dare you think that you can go to war wit this/
Clip sons kids and walks away, just like a matha fuccin orphanage/
One punch from this animal will damage you homy, you/
And ya mandibles will be crushed, leave you speakin like E-40 do/
This lyrical reaper reherses verses worse then Canibus erges for platinum/
Bully and smack em around and leave the burnah to clap em/
Wit all disrespect, i get loose wit a noose in the back of a range rover/
Ya neck swooped through the loop off the edge, til you feelin the hang over/
Why try testin me when defeat is your destiny/
You all high school sluts the way you goin down in history/
Tha bass line bully loves beef and lust the victim/
Thus i kill em wit two pieces (peace), you would think a niqqa Nixon/
I'm a cage fighter, like when ya ribs were peircin ya liver/
Cause your pool of blood in a swamp will have you pondin the river/
And I'll have ya wig tilted like Tango's fitted/
Wit my name on the bullets, so they know who did it..
Cali Bud
Mind your manners? flow games way beyond you ramblers/
Besides..my stamina's too superb I run track around amateurs/
Verbal assassination,you procrastinating I'm anticipating your every move/
Crude dude wit a attitude but you put me in that f*cking mood/
Sitting on the throne with powerful thoughts of world domination/
Forget small victories my aim is for complete and total annihilation/
A scavenger, forget fresh prey I'd rather pick off of your decaying flesh/
Black hand to his chest I want his soul he shouldn't have tried to test/
The grim reaper,thrill seaker in my mind is where the answer lies/
If you don't want negative feedback step it up f*ck those corny punch lines/
Sonn the prema donna n!gga he gone feel this sh!t for weeks/
Next time he'll close his damn mouth when he hears a bully speak...
Who the hell do you think you is/
I'll take the food off ya chest like a babies bib/
And how dare you think that you can go to war wit this/
Clip sons kids and walks away, just like a matha fuccin orphanage/
One punch from this animal will damage you homy, you/
And ya mandibles will be crushed, leave you speakin like E-40 do/
This lyrical reaper reherses verses worse then Canibus erges for platinum/
Bully and smack em around and leave the burnah to clap em/
Wit all disrespect, i get loose wit a noose in the back of a range rover/
Ya neck swooped through the loop off the edge, til you feelin the hang over/
Why try testin me when defeat is your destiny/
You all high school sluts the way you goin down in history/
Tha bass line bully loves beef and lust the victim/
Thus i kill em wit two pieces (peace), you would think a niqqa Nixon/
I'm a cage fighter, like when ya ribs were peircin ya liver/
Cause your pool of blood in a swamp will have you pondin the river/
And I'll have ya wig tilted like Tango's fitted/
Wit my name on the bullets, so they know who did it..
Cali Bud
Mind your manners? flow games way beyond you ramblers/
Besides..my stamina's too superb I run track around amateurs/
Verbal assassination,you procrastinating I'm anticipating your every move/
Crude dude wit a attitude but you put me in that f*cking mood/
Sitting on the throne with powerful thoughts of world domination/
Forget small victories my aim is for complete and total annihilation/
A scavenger, forget fresh prey I'd rather pick off of your decaying flesh/
Black hand to his chest I want his soul he shouldn't have tried to test/
The grim reaper,thrill seaker in my mind is where the answer lies/
If you don't want negative feedback step it up f*ck those corny punch lines/
Sonn the prema donna n!gga he gone feel this sh!t for weeks/
Next time he'll close his damn mouth when he hears a bully speak...