Onslaught

You dealin with a four headed monster

Ya'll are John McCain you can't lift your arms up

These piranhas live by a certain code of conduct

Fuck fly ho's and blow ganja

Be a prophet, prediction

The year 2029 is gonna be the apocalypse

Caused by the aprophypse ME

I got it, lock and key

Tell the labels we about to go on a shoppin spree

And if ya'll don't wanna sign us your corny

Tell ya ho to swallow two a deez nuts and call us in the morning

We the answer to the dance floor, please

You gotta fuck us all bitch you can't Ortiz, Budden, Crooked, Nickel

Damn whore please, we up in this bitch like trans or seave

We the Voltron crew, it's whateva ya folks wan do, we turn this bitch into Socom II

I'm the best rapper alive lil wayne's migraine, jay z's headache

Touchin what da lead ain't

Motha fuck ya feelins, you don't know with whatcha dealin

Tryna catch up you musta spilled n

I'm amongst hustla's killin, money stacks touch the ceiling

What the fuck ya feelin... you will never feel

You will never sail, you can't feel me see me

They should use my knuckles instead of brail

I walk on my toes like how the fuck this talk is cheap talk it's just gonna cost you the most

I'm the one really yo

I'm a gun, spark like a milly yo

You a J-hood gun video

That ain't a diss so please don't diss me

The mag barrel longer than the g's on fifty

I tell a bitch, click ya heels twice and ease on with me

This is the life... we gonnee

I ain't with the leanin and rockin

That ain't even seen as an option

Nigga as a teen I was mobbin

Stick em off with more percentage a jeans than I'm robbin, mightt

Walk around with the thing get to cockin

But I ain't wanna be seen when it's poppin

You ain't seen poppin till you seen what I'm rockin

Roll up lookin real clean in the drop and... nigga

I ain't hit the bing or a cop since

Dog tell ya whole team they cannot win

Till they make some type of vaccine, I'm a problem

I don't sleep when a soul got that wrong

Even Vera Wang could get tapped on

Clapped on, mashed on like MO

My MO was Rambo, AMMO

Got money now so there's marble on the handle

All wax so let's beef with no candle

Dismantle clips... BAM

Got some shit ya man won't withstand

I make the hood like VIP

Now you can't even get in without a wristband

I'm just bland... learn when you walk witcha head up high

The shit hits the fan then

Bread gamblin, grand tamperin

In two bars I send ya man scrambling

Now how it feel to throw punches and can't land em

Or be powerless while you can't stand em

And treat comp like Richard Simmons behind closed doors

The boys'll man handle em

Be outpaced till you out the race

If you worried about ya face, about face... nigga

Cause if you ain't all about ya pace

Then nigga you a transgender... all outta place

When I face off picture a thug missin his bud

Any particular stick in the mud could get hit with a skud missile

Till he's drippin ridiculous blood

If you rather stick to the fist and the gloves

Then you getting hit up, more than the prettiest bitch in the club

Nigga I'm itchin to bug, itchin like a syphilis dick

Itchin like the skin of a bitch addicted to drugs

Just to hit you with slugs

I did it because I wanted to

Shoot you in the back of the head right in front of you

That's what the gun'll do

All I do is son old niggas on the W

All I do is make all new comers come a new

I ain't lyin sir

You ain't gotta watch Tim Duncan dunk to see a flyin spur

Bentley boy, no it's not H to the Izzo

But I push buttons like Jay shoulda did Joe

Peoples choice the voice of my time

With Royce Da 5'9", we boys at night shine

I let Joell poison my mind

Grab a silencer and kill ya'll noise with my nine

As far as the balls that get tossed in the hoop

Peers from Boston explain how often I shoot

I'm a Molotov cross with a nuke

See I swallow liquor bottles till they hollow then I crawl in the booth

I'm the truth, polygraph crooked

Prolly have a cardiac heart attack when I autograph... bullets

More caskets

Put so much bread on ya head when my gunners are done man they owe taxes

Bow legged, knock kneed, wanna regular shoot

And you supposed to be steppin to who?

Tell em all Crooked came for war

The best ever on the west unless ya last name Shakur

Just be easy buddy relax

Please don't have me bloody my ax

Or revin my chainsaw

To sever ya brain off

With no concentration I'm better than Adolf

Never been laid off, forever put in work

As peepz and skeetz, I fucked every bitch that said I was a jerk

It's like you cuter when you were maneuver

Got every dot com in my palm and I don't know how to work computers

Ya it's true Slaughterhouse I know you heard the rumors

That's new but ole two ways verse was ruder

Than you worthless losers

So we formed a four alien alliance

Just dyin' to earth intruders

Every bodies a president, bunch a Herbert Hoovers

If what I said had legs it could burn a cougar

Speakin a burn, I'm hip hop 60s shots of Henney on the rocks

And eggnog with a squirt of Khalua

Can't lie mad fun bein zone

My flow straight yours slant like gumby's dome

Lotta guys don't want me on,

But as long as I get in the spot with my fists my gun be home

I will beat you dudes like it's no remorse

In a audience a Joes, I just fold my arms

I'm so disappointed in you new rap guys

I'm like no come on how'd he do that why?

Oh no diggidy do that tho

I'm MC so and so where's my ringtone tho

See that ain't gonna cut it long as I'm around

That goes for every person place or thing that describes a noun

It's J-O-E double what I never did

Whoever feel they could give me my first, when they set a date

I'll be there like a young Mike Jack

Hip hop prayed and God gave Pun right back