[Chorus x2: All]

Catchin' Whiplash!

Nowadays everybody wanna get cash

Whiplash!

Tryin' to make a hit smash

Whiplash!

Fuckin' wit' the MBs?

Think fast, you'll catch a bad case of whiplash



[Styles]

Yo, let's get right into this

Styles on the mic, omnipotent

Average rapper's times limited, to rhymes imminent

MB's skills unfadable, y'all's debatable

Y'all get on the mic and little kid's go "can we play that too?"

I slide your girl just 'cause you're bothering me

While you're bangin' on the door she talking

"How 'bout some privacy?"

I'm quite humorous, women bag numerous

Arrogant rapper with a bad case of hubris

Don't lose my gist, vocab illuminous

Girl you takin' out while doing it, well, if you insist

Relax I'm just mackin' it for practice

Yo she playin' hard to get but she ain't that good an actress

That's it, y'all can say what you like

But the fact MBs whip y'all in shape on the mic

That's right



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[Chops]

Cats don't want to see no part of Chops

I get more trim than barbershops

Tag your ass like I was a graf-head

Plus I be running through marching lot

I'm hard to stop, 'cause while you stir the pot

I'm gettin' it on wit' your john in the parking lot

Damagin' cones, up on your gramophones

Introducin' the ??, servin' heads like Indiana Jones

Chops, MBs, we on the rostigory (?), and plus, I bust

Get up in that ass like a suppository

Superfly like ??, we rappin' for the east detention

All up in there, spreading, just like a yeast infection

Had it rough, now we in the house and laugh it up

I'm like a sumo gettin' the drawers, because I'm fat as fuck

Tried to get the best of the complex, but it's no contest

We comin' off just like a bomblet

Why you couldn't stand me? The shit that I'm creatin'

leave you shakin' like a kid whose family left you with a british nanny



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[Peril-L]

Peril-L I'm pleased to meet you tonight

MB's the feature inside

Release the creature within, proceed to eat you girls

In bleachers, sellin' t-shirts, bras, and g-strings

Some drawers and keyrings, toss from me to king 

>From the lost world, produced, rare flows, born and raised

I used to wear clothes that was torn and frayed

Let's be warned I'm crazed, with the sword that slays

My, blows to the ears, 'cause over the years

I've been scorned and praised

Hated and loved, now rated above

The best, gold-plated glove, caress the mic

Great enough to bless, since the erogenous

The misogynous, I won't have step on virgin MCs, androgynous

They don't have sex, dodge my fist, came to reclaim my properties

And put a stop to these, pseudo hip hop monotonies

Like living fast, big cash, switches and monopolies

I'm giving cats whiplash, like bitches that's on top of me



[Chorus x2]



Catchin' Whiplash!

Nowadays everybody wanna get cash

Tryin' to make a hit smash

Uh... yea