[Verse 1] One thousand different houses and Munchhausen Imma make you wanna punch out some f*ckin one ouch What the f*ckd you hit me for? Scream life as I punch counter and bunches out of anger I once encountered a stranger In a dumb gown black hood With a scythe Shit I laughed in his face spit Bitch gave me an extra life like take this Now get your ass back in that game bitch Dont take shit for granted And dont take shit give it! Only bull you should take is by the horns A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor I Everlast pen is mightier than sword Finish writing then record Replenish keep writing more Nothings riding on it but your pride is all youre fighting for So you fight scratch you claw Backs to wall No one was there to catch you fall You pick yourself back up you dust your jacket off You grab your balls like theyre gargantuan and Ask yourself how f*cking bad you want it Pull out your pants for whooping ass and flash it on em Nobodies gonna back you in the corner Youre a hornet No ones more ig-norant then you f*ckin four in the morning youre at the laboratory storming Like theres nothing thats more important MCs you better consider this a formal warning youre in for it Girl what would you do if I said your body was off the chain And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face? I aint finished bitch I meant in half oil the blades Nobody wants to play They say Im a spoiled little baby But
[Hook:] Nobody puts baby in the corner Im only trying to warn ya Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum Hell f*cking flip on ya Cause nobody puts baby in the corner Im only trying to warn ya Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum Hell f*cking flip on ya
[Verse 2] What goes through an addicts brain? Besides static pain and big daddy kane Break beats and words An erratic train of thought Like splatter paint Scatter brain Yeah maybe that explains Why youre back but dont rap the same And youre looking way thinner Because your hunger got you looking like They took away dinner (chooka) Sugar ray Leonard wouldnt sugar coat a f*cking booger though Just to wipe that bitch on a hookers coat When you say youre a chooka what chooka what Now fling that bitch from your fingertips hope it lands on another rap singers lips Who cant think of shit Anything of wit thats interesting to spit Whos king of this f*cking English Lit? Let your middle fingers flip On each hand whilst extending this shit How low can you go? Lower than Chuck D ho Hear the bass of this in my voice Rockys back wheres my Adrian? Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile radius Im what Tom Brady is to the patriots of rap Not a man Im a weapon Who just happened to be a rapper Who just happen to be on the crapper When it happened I had an epiphany In the bathroom Id never be the same after Now Im back with an appe-tite For destruction the f*cking recipe for disaster So lets eat cos Im famished Every deed is a dastardly one Evil its past it Even you asking for me to be po-lite to people Is like me having my teeth pulled
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[Verse 3] So step inside of dimension The demented side of a mind Thats like the inside of an engine While I multiply your undivided attention But be reminded that if I didnt mention I lose my mind and my temper Youll be the first one Who finds him offensive Got him climbing the fences Lost some time to addiction But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary Im in the picture Eminem is the synonym for it Im an enigma F*ck it lets get to the meat balls Im gonna skip the veg and potatoes Edgamacater they are Shit legends are made of Spit treacherous data Shit that you would say to your worst enemy This wretched is What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada And combine em with Method Man and Redman With meth-amphetamines in his left hand And in his right theres a sledge-hammer And pajamas standing in front of a webcam Beating himself in the head til Russell lets him off deaf jam Maybe I need my head examined Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan I need meds! Swear to god cause If I go off the edge T.I aint talking me off a ledge man Heart throb at a fart ah nah More like a smart slob part blob Thatll stab you with a sharp ob-ject To the heart and leave claw marks All over the Wal-Mart walls Little baby with large balls F*ck mud slinging Im blood flinging Theres nothing on this f*cking earth better than being The king of the playground I hate the swings but I love being an underdog Cos when Im pushed I end up swinging up
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