(feat. Copywrite)



[Eon]

Murderous on mics, and my alibis a comedy

The evidence has got to be printed on the quantigy

The Cannibus Cup poll panelists, award analysts

We don't build this shit, we dismantle it

Turnin' icy rocks to little rubber piles

White hop meltin' up space shuttle tiles

Bring that crap to your lap with desktop

Or end up like George Pop at the rest stop



[Copywrite]

Spit 'til your chest pop, still can't get a guest stop

Only way you pushin' whips is workin' at a sex shop

The hot hole theif, with a glock so creep

You might as well be Amish, you ain't got no heat

Plus y'all ain't shit, never was shit, never will be

If you pull out a nine, barretta, milli, you better kill me

A canibal, beat my dates, then I beat the case

Fuck the pssy your Honor, I just want to eat the face



[Chorus x2: Eon]

You know where to hide at

We know where you ride at

Smoke too much dro, can't deny that

Gotta bounce to the rest to like that

Eon and Copywrite bitch

You best rewind that



[Copywrite]

I'll shoot a pop star if you don't gimme everything out the wallet

Drop bars like a recovering alcoholic

Got cowards bitchin', burried in crack is how I'm shittin'

Flippin' the clip and spittin' until I'm outta writtens

You want some? Son I blaze through mics

Y'all don't know my name

Your mom's dumb and the bitch ain't raised you right

Got flows to make you know what fear God

You're tryin' real hard to blow

Instead you're blowin' real hard



[Eon]

You know when I feel odd, and I catch a chill too

You really ain't shit 'til Suge Knight wanna kill you

Spit shit nicer than my enemy's style

Go black, still get booed like Destiny's Child

At first union, it's the worst human

I'm much tuned out to rather be tuned in

I just laugh when they throw their heat

Cause their shit sound like an old two-way beat



[Chorus x2]



[Eon]

Eon been rhymin' since the move Bombin'

Cause me and mic booths got too much in common

Both transmit amp shit

Even if you put me on the same mic you amped the band with

I turn your dome peice to Sausage McMuffin

Apply candy yams and a Stove Top Stuffin'

Cause E.C. came straight from B. Street

I'm high, but I'm risin' much more than three feet



[Copywrite]

I barely spoke and got 'em open wide

So when I make noise, make room

All jokes aside

Watch your kids, this cat is thirsty

I expose you raw seeds like a bag of dirt weed

Lord forgive me for what I'm admittin' to

In the confession booth, repentin' for sins I didn't do

Read the bible drunk with my tongue inside a nun

Use my dick for a Rolex, my time has come



[Chorus x2]