F5 Furiously Dangerous (feat. Claret Jai & Slaughterhouse)

[Claret Jai]

We're so furiously dangerous

[Ludacris]

Death by lyrical injection, I kill you rappers

A lotta green with a yellow complexion

Women call me the Green Bay Packer

I pack the zero's, meaning mucho dinero

So paid, rappers is waitin’ on trades

And they all gettin' Knicked like Melo

Hello, Luda

Tell theses other boys double up

Cause I got some work all on my waste but I call it a tummy tuck

My every records jumpin', or playin' double dutch

I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

[Joe Budden]

Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my moxy

Animal, watch me if you think it's tangible, stop me

But then I hit 'em with a flow that they can't even copy

See we don't play that where I'm from it's like fantasy hockey

Sup with the dog, thugs want a war

Bad GM, what you want to trade slugs with him for

While you cuffin 'em all, I'm stuffin' her jaw

Then leave 'em for you to rebound

Kevin Love on the boards

Dog, you and your skill retard hard from of our squad

I'll put you on a crash course in a Smartcar

While I'm speedin' not relyin' on the brake pad

In a car that you should only drive on a race track

So the lines about your phantoms and your Maybach

Are ghost tales of the phantom, face facts

You ruined hip-hop

Slaughterhouse will payback

Get in shape and a tatt

We done faded to black

[Claret Jai]

We're so furiously dangerous

[Royce da 5'9"]

I went from eatin' Top Ramen to bein'

Top Rhymer, check full of commas

No regrets except for the drama

I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma

My mind a long erection

Now it's time you bow down and erect a monu-ment in my honor

Cause bitch I'm bonker, plural

In the whip with my Ivanka, pompous girls

She on E, feelin' on me, singin' on-key

While I'm bumpin', We Are the World

Got her sniffin' Britney, no he didn't did he

We run this town

No he isn't Diddy

I feel like tiltlin' the glass

She take a sip with me

She from the city of Jackson

Call her Mississippi

That was pretty witty

Your man like a Black man tryna get re-elected

He ain't gettin' diddley

[Joell Ortiz]

Stickin' it to the pedal, pedal to the floor

Just whippin' it through the ghetto

Metal in the door

In case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy

Referee mind state, I’m settlin' the score

I don’t know what ya’ll hatin' for

Wait, wait, know what, matter fact

I don’t know what you’re waitin' for

I ain't finna say nothin'

Turn the bass up more til the speakers pop

I get a kick outta that, like a sneaker spot

See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears

And his tongue in the air going na-na-na-nah-naaar

Just when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar

Everything I speak is hot

Don't be mad at least everything you speak is

I can’t think of nothing nice to say, you’re not nice okay

[Crooked I]

Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur

My shit fly like I'm launchin' manure

Lord of the underground, God of the sewer

On Hennessy Black, on Con-to-the-jure

Yeah, I'm off the block

This ain't work, homie I'm off the clock

I'm a syllable Hannibal killer

A cannibal with a mechanical mandible to deliver the flammable

Ammo, lyrical animal off the top

Rep that West til I walk with Pac

We the 2.0 Boys, Tiz, Crook and Joe, Royce

New Ghost Rolls Royce pulled off the lot

Pop me the only way you could stop me

I'm top seed, I clock green at mach speed

So watch me if you haven't seen a phenomenon

Spit fast as Lamborghini's and Ramadan

[Claret Jai]

We're so furiously dangerous

I suggest you shut down

Pack your 'ish and turn around

Because tonight we run this town

So let your feet swiftly hit the ground

We too dangerous for the world