Ha Haha Haha Haha

Ha Ha Ha (word a mouth)



[Verse 1:]



Step right up, step right up

And listen close

Fuck da beef

And just left the pot roast

Some shorties try to high boast

I ?block? em out

Puff blunts and drink private stocks of stout

I gots no doubt

To let the flow out

My windpipe

I make ya clap, clap ya hands

Like twin ?hype?

I keep my stems ripe

Puffin' on a peace pipe

Quick fast

Like Grease Light

I'm gonna recite

Rhymes re-ignite the mic

When the beat strikes

It get me hype

When ya punks try to beef bite

Tight, lyrics that I write is outta site

Like a satellite

You can't battle right

Grab ya mic tight

?Groove? like cellulite

I can tell you might

Be the type to bite

And all ?metabolite?

All you rappers that bite

Unite

And form like parasite

And swarm like locust at night

With the focus to bite

I take flight and rise the farenheight



[Verse 2:]



Arms locked in combat

Bombs locked on target

?Arm? blocked the march

While the flows are bombarded

Arch rivals stifled

By the likes of ??????

Slice ya face and neck

Place the set collect

Pay ya debt

Place ya bet

Stakes is hi-jinx chase my jet

If crazy heads don't make em pets

I'm with the dead

Got butt-naked snakes and bad fate

To take my ?bed?

I fucked mother nature

Made her ten nigga spread

And ain't break a sweat

Flowin' like Perry on the 28th and Mayhem

I make census worth a pennyweight

Evacuate

This track'll make you chickenheads ejaculate

You can't imaginate

My fire make ya flow evaporate

Set the date

Step to the square

I scared the record straight

Deficate in ya mouth and house you like Section 8

Near the rate

Of these litigates

Will leave a better taste in your flow

So middle aged men, will obliterate



[Chorus:]



I could burn ya, I could learn ya

Somthin' by ya, I could earn ya type

(Famous Last Words)



I could defeat you, beseetch you

To retreat, delete you

(Famous Last Words)



Son I blast you, I smash you

Point my Gat at you, Bless You

(Famous Last Words)



I'm the toughest, brag, and puffin drags

With they heads in a duffle bag

(Famous Last Words)



[Verse 3:]



Mc's scared to be square

My styles intimidatin'

They mimic me, timidly

Simulatin' my semetry

Claim they innovatin'

I seen like Satan

Breaking they flow with flames (DISENIGRATIN')

When they taking it all in vain

Main lie generatin'

Dialers and followers at the same time

They call my name

Hollerin' in the Hall of Fame

I shine like halogen

Got it locked with ball and chain

Ya'll all remain minute

I dilute, ya potency

No MC could hold the fate of my future



[Verse 4:]



1,2 Skip to My Loo

This lyric swerve through

I house you like a curfew

Curse you

I hit you off with they hex

I got more tech than Apex

That spray necks

YO Fuck safe sex

You get suplex

In my two storie duplex

Yo' rhymes is rejects

Pulled down like v-necks

Yo who next?

I take a ?four?

I stake me all in they heart

I'm way smart

I went to K-Mart

And stole a Go Kart

Without the flow chart

When the show start

I cause a ruckus

With rhymes on like Alan

From Nassau to Suffix

I stuff chicks

I tuck dicks

Caught in the mix

It depend

The dizzy flow will leave you seasick

Yo frequent

If I ruled the world

My first to free would be Rick

Hey yo my rhymes is mad phat

My mic's bulemic

Ya style's anemic

My scenic visions cycle like the one in prisms

My rhymes is larger than any tiny micro-organisms

Metaphors has risen over the top

I kick the ancient bee bop

Pump Like a Reebok

See through my eyes

Then a peacock

I leave you as a laughin' stock

I'm gattin flocks of mc's

Who  plastic glocks in they rhyme

But due time

I reach my true prime

Deaf like pantimime

As I chant a rhyme

You can't deny

My plan to plant ya mind

Inside my pocket

The lyric pilot keep ya in the cockpit

I rock shit

I fucking box it

I'm highly toxic...poison

I make more noise than a block orchestra

I'm stalkin' ya

Follow my road I'm forkin' ya

To the path

So YO!

Tell a friend

Tell a foe

Tell a hoe

Tell any fellow

I do it right like Danny Aeillo

I'm coming at you like a helo-copter

Chop ya

Couldn't hold the mic if I spot ya



[Chorus]