(feat. Ras Kass, Saafir)



[Saafir]

Yeah, Junction Rider, ?El the Menace?

Yaknowimsayin, in here wit my nigga Ras Kass

Layin it down for TONY TOUCH, whatcha know

This bout is out-match, you wanna rap, you just came out the snatch

Put down your gat and let's play Russian Roulette wit the cadet cassette, 

nigga

I'm a general in this, wit a gift to make your bitch 

Swallow my minerals and shit

The soft-spoken, you wanna peep game, then drop tokens

Niggas wit the half-ass flow get they wind broken

Fuck around and get your heart molested

Double-breasted wit tested

If I had a nigga for every rhyme, I'd be buyin

Time, if you had a nickel for every rhyme, you'd be buyin

A sack to shake, I cas-ta-rate

While you receive calls to retrieve balls

You wanna be my dog, go fetch me a rep

All I need is a slight lead, wit the handboarders

My right wrist, the full clip, murder not manslaughter

Command ? of six submarines spitters to sub-machinegun jitters

Is all I'm feelin when I'm bustin, a baptism slidin darts

You niggas is like bitches hidin farts

And I'll be that man abusin your ass, now can you hide the marks?



[Ras Kass]

Tony Touch, 50 MC's uh

You don't even wanna spar parts, spark the South Park sippin Remmy

See every sixteen bars, I kill Kenny

I kill any, I spill sin without regret

Ras Kass got representation like stubble-neck to Gillette

To Tibet, to baguett-tos, you gassed up rappers gotta follow my character

Fuck philosophy (cut celebrities heads like scientology)

Flip a nigga whole world upside-down

Got em standed on they head while I piss in your nose till you drown

I rock for Wops, Kikes, Micks, Moules, and Spics

Redneck hicks, chicks wit dicks in porno flicks

And that's just for kicks, my voice pitch  louder than Steve Rif

Screamin on niggas like Lil Fame and them

The amatanium framin him, the way to do me

Fuck police, fuck peace without war and fuck groupies

Cuz these niggas is soft as drug sto' cotton

I'm Sugar Daddy Rotten that'll leave your hemoglobin clottin

I can knock and mic rockin, supreme mathematician

It's the beginning of the end, like the Spanish Inquisition

So group home, we already got weap-os

Three-fifty niggas sportin products of reb-os

Dumpin outta aqua ?river-os?, nada

Fuck a Don Juan, I still love this rap bitch

I be gettin head in the whip, and crash the shit

Causin twelve car accident

Get out and start bare-backin a nasty bitch

Cuz I'm savage like cannibalism and pimp-smackin your bitch, what