Live and direct from Sacramento
Stab them with a pencil after macking on a bimbo
Kidnap them in a limo
Blast the instrumental without cracking a window
Puff the whole bag yeah we never leave a little left over
With the west coast doja
Make magic on the mic after packing up the pipe
See beyond black and white
Put up your flag don't want to fight
I been shooting craps my life and luck number seven
You must be going to heaven or hell
Die
Look man I ain't got time to write rhymes
Super motherfucking Bru is only here to fight crimes
And don't wear a cape to paint a mask on my face
If this my theme music Mr. Dent add the bass
Can of mace on the keychain flashlight on the belt
You know how many bad guys these knuckles felt
I shove a mic down your throat and use the cord as a lasso
The next villain on my shitlist be MC Asshole
The castle's the capital aka crack your clavicle
Snatch your soul
I'm nasty like Tobasco flavored tobacco
Shake the keg break your leg while you fake dead
I'll blaze with dreds bake your head then I'll take your bread
Your chain was read then I stole your gold and platinums
Spitting's a nasty habit but with the mack you blasting
You know what happens to the bullets
I'm so fast I catch them
Throw them back at you bastards
Your back'll be like Baptists
So holy catch a blow to your goatee like a goalie
No one knows me so I approach a mic slowly
I'm not on some okie dokie
I'm known to light the stogie
Low key I know these dudes who bruise bodies
Instead of poetry use shottys to move parties like that
Spitball like
Everybody in this motherfucker will get touched
For this mic to get clutched we can't lie it's a must
A gust of wind we send your world ends
It's a fact we only rap to snatch your girlfriends
Back over bad actors with a fat tractor like
What's the matter
Meat hacker bush-wacker wiley cracker wascally wabbit
Bad habit leave my sugar out the daiquiri
Real name is Zachary
Oldest in the family
Pity the poor punk that has to play after me
That's how it has to be
Girls make a pass at me
Sometimes tit sounds sweet sometimes they asking me nastily
Hastily waste a G softer than pastry
Competitors still don't know quite what to make of me
Take pees in public
Loving life fuck it
I'm having fun until I fucking kick the bucket
If you got a bill tuck it in my pants because I'm dancing
Never pay for sex I'm freelancing
De-pantsing dames got to slow down slick
Forgot the foreplay
Fuck Tenzig Norgay
Tossing back a forty
Spooning in the sorbet
Always eating gourmet
Shouting at a shorty
Straight shitting on kitten emcees
Getting emcees like gremlins
Slitting emcees gutting emcees they trembling
Emcees bitten by me become bitches
Close come off hoes like my shows without hitches
Fuck riches I got a collarbone collection
Single of the month in fucking Hip Hop Connection
Racket Mag Maximum Ink I make you think
Rap's on his way home he just stopped off for a drink
Chopped off your fingers cooked up them up like sausage links
Leave you speechless now you can only communicate with blinks
Everybody in this motherfucker will get touched
For this mic to get clutched we can't lie it's a must
A gust of wind we send your world ends
It's a fact we only rap to snatch your girlfriends