Fuck alarm clocks, battle me you'll start wakin up 

I slice you with your rhyme book and write verses on your paper cuts 

With alcohol pads, excuses you'll be makin up 

Sound dumb like Outkast breakin up 

Last time you shot somebody, you had a camera 

I'm C - Rayz author of stamina 



Loungin on the walls you'll end up like Humpty Dumpty 

With your shell cracked, scrambled, in search of something 

I'm a narcisist, I bomb quick, your full of shit like sausages, pardon this 

I alone turn crews into the Partridge kids 

I love games I play you like bragin right cartridges 



Y'all against me is dragons versus ostriches 

Totally proposturous, like abortions, i kill stupid kids before they act up 

Make a new suit flip call it a black tux 

You cracked up like baseheads in a space ship 

Playin ??? in the matrix, the only thing i lose is my patience 

I smack the shit out you tissue heads 

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Hip Hop Don deep into stocks and bonds 

I'll take a shit in your house, and blame it on your moms 

Survivin the game when i get money im buyin a chain 

Drivin a Range and my flame will expire your fame 

I'm comin through loaded one, buckin two 

I'm C-Rayz Walz son who da fuck are you? 



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Ayo yo yo im truckin through with my ruckus crew, your luck is through 

Yo im C-Rayz Walz WhoDaFuckAreYou? 

I'm comin through fifth knuckle bruise brick fist snuffin you 

Yo im C-Rayz Walz WhoDaFuckAreYou? 





Who da fuck is you [x5] 

C-Rayz Walz plain Pat 





Some people must get jacked 

My repatoire from back smackin cats wit gats on impact 

Just like that we festered like bubble in cuts 

Doublin up now funny cats get fucked up for mumblin stuff 

The nearest truck rolled up im just playin wit this 

Every line explosive my pen broken up but 

Still smokin strokin thrust, fuck closin shows 

My ?? flows is hot, let me open up 



Like Arabian referees who yell sesame plus 

I'll spread through the industry with leprosy cuts 

Effectivley strut, put a hole in one the second we putt 

You so pussy you come from a rib you son of a gut 



Lining ass rappers up, I'm the lightning struck 

Blazin like we lightin a Dutch Masters up 

At the Mason-Dixon line twistin lime in a cup 

Get your mind fucked up while your nine in the truck 

Even my producer know math with his caucasion ass so 

Just because you say please doesn't mean i won't blast stupid 



You gotta show and prove it, brothas live and die for this music 

Dont do it for amusement 

Ghetto hi-top blaze you for your hydrox 

Put glocks on my Irish clock and watch my eyes pop 

Chicken head, i dead your livestock 

Do a song with Charles Dutton to see how i rock 



[Chorus]