Ugh, ugh, scorpion sting crush 

A.T.U. with DJ EQ 



Come on [scratched] "Come on" 

Come on, "Come on" Scorpion sting crush 

Come on, "Come on" 

Butterfly wing dust, scorpion sting crush 

Lion tough, lion rough 



COME ON, follow and burrow and bite 

I'ma twirl the line when you cross and my phenomenon strikes 

Tomorrow tonight like it's the Armageddon fight 

The bomb in my book, drop it when I'm ready to write 

It truly run through me, like the blood's in my pen 

and the ink's in my veins while I'm thinkin these thangs 

Got my brain overloaded often 

My life gotta change before I go to my coffin 

Not in the game for sortin, we offer the pain of losses 

Hope I ain't the end to pallbear 

Because many are slain, I'm cautious 

I'm tryin to refrain from nightmare 

I'm wakin in cold sweats, I eliminate stress to my own best ability 

None of you rappers shiver me timbers 

What if a fashion statement Ab makes em remember 

'Stract Rude with the massive agenda 



Come on, "Come on" 

I said come on, "Come on" 

Come on, "Come on" scorpion sting crush 

Come on, "Come on" scorpion sting crush 



Shadowbox, hit the punch bag, acceptor 

Won't win battlin, Tribe Unique's got wetter 

Who that sayin the Ab ain't gainin the game 

They're mistakin identity and blasphemy of my name 

Breakin your energy field, lion untamed 

Smartest of the artists, hardest of thugs gettin game 

Like mobbers were marching that Malcolm X-type pain 

Fill out the carcass with heavy blood flow, slain 

Gotta rhyme for each kind in your crew 

or any other solo appearance you might do 

Too tight to go against, to the severity of your punishment 

reflects the gravity of the offence 

Heavy casualties, my battles be intense (ugh) 

Your lyrical obituary reads that of the events 

that took place, I gave chase, you couldn't save face 

What a disgrace, that's what makes great heavyweights 



Come on "Come on" 

Come on, "Come on" scorpion sting crush 

Come on "Come on" 

Come on, "Come on" scorpion sting crush 



You could train five miles on an exercise bike 

but you couldn't gain my styles, we the flexin em type 

Though I appear docile, I know when to get hype 

You wanna make me hostile on the radio mic 

And when I'm in person it's worst, my no rehearsin, free versin 

And it hurts when I let my jagged edged words disperse 

You won't get a word in edge, why? Cos I served ya first 

You can second guess and live to rhyme, what's your purpose on Earth? 

Well I write in cursive and print, and jot down in my pad 

Toss out your turf in the war, til you throw out the white flag 

Surrender contender, when I chop your lumbar say "Timber!" 

And I got your number, 17th of November, I take you under 

My inner eye, a thunder remembers like elephants 

with big trunks and big tusks, big topics to discuss 

Butterfly wing dust, scorpion sting crush 

Lion tough, lion rough, alright 

Mass Men, A.T.U. with DJ EQ 



"Come on" Come on 

"Come on" I said come on 

"Come on" I said come on, scorpion sting crush 



Scorpion sting crush 

Come on! Scorpion sting crush 

A.T.U. with DJ EQ 

Sound, right, reasoning 

Yeah