Confrontation

B-Sides Volume Two, Fuckers

Where I'm from fools afraid of confrontation

I never bites my tongueston

You've all made due, I make moves in establishments

That you could be a part of for a single Hamilton

I handle it, no effort

Your girl thinks I'm handsome, I'm a "F" her

Young Hue Hefner

Better dress her, yes sir

Honest Racket Sandpeople sweatshirt

I prefer to make somethin' out of nothin'

Fuck a bitch, cum her quick, somethin' outta nuttin'

We pluck 'em right off that cat walk

I keys more birds than NFL mascots

I'm grimy, even rush up out the shower

I reek of pussy and coke powder

It's SP they'll gladly pay to see

I set the records straight like the Anti-Doping Agency

I don't think they ready for what I got

It's embarrassin' comparin' me to what I'm not

And I don't care if this seems arrogant I does my job

Think I'm just a battler then the punchlines stop

I exceed where these rookies fail, a bunch of faggot rappers

Too concerned with how clean each other's pussys smell

Throw me some cheddar homie I got fish to sell

If I can only remember where I put the scale

A pot head to the fullest so drop dead

From hot lead 'cause I hauk phlem like this bullet's a godsend

You should fear us

See there's words and there's good lyrics

That's why the birds to the hood hear us

I send my tsunami sound waves out the Pacific

Over the heads of you infants

Only thinkin' as deep as your speakers get

We blow out minds from the booth

Like Wilkes did to Lincoln

Hittin' you exactly in the back of your crown

Well we'll exact you with a Shaq after the foul

The same topics that you barely touch on we strangle

Over production that's bangin'

Your's is still on first base (the basic)

Tryin' to penetrate you spit the limp hop trucks

Just to get labeled as stars

Integrity and heart are my building blocks

But I won't be goin' through the motions once the thrill is gone

I stay fresh with the motive of killin' off

Portland, slingin' blades like Billy Bob Thornton

And I don't got to use my hands to fight

But I also don't got to pacify

If you're aggressive then I'll brandish knives

Capitalize and leave you in the grass, goodbye

But hey, it's better than waitin' for the hands of time, yeah

Born to die, so even when the casket's closed

I resurrect as the bullet that exits out the back of your throat

And toward the Axe in your skull, throw a tap on your phone

Press "9" to dial out and capture your soul

And I swore thy enemy to a life of forced memory

So you would remember the name

But you can't explain my born identity

In the company which once loved my misery

Is now a missing piece of an unsolved mystery

And now the transmissions leak and unleash the gods to come and get me

They sand-scripted sheets of an anvil and speech

With every getaway I navigate like Transporter

And show up as a blur on your streetlight camcorders