I'm takin ya back, come follow me
On a journey to see a for real MC
The mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy
But never sleazy when I get the flow, I'm Swayze
I break, you take
Whatever type of sh1t the n1gga Buckshot makes
The incredible, lyrical, and original
You can kill it, bull, if you wanna take a pull
Whatever I see I attack, tack
Fxxk up my back black, n1gga fxxk that
The devil lurks and my heart irks for the Hell
Look into the eyes of a n1gga who fell
I hit my head on the concrete to beat the feet
Another dead n1gga in the street
Bullseye, direct hit, don't miss
But how many MC's must get dissed?
"How many MC's must get dissed?"
I can break it down like whatever you want
You run like this, I hit but I gets bizzd when I'm pissed
Mister Buckshot rock it not quick
B1tch, get off my ****
I open up and boot em up then shoot em up, whatever
Im clev-ever cuz I wear my leather in the winter
I enter the stage, n1gga **** ya gauge
I bust em off some'in awful
And then I leave the stage
Im just a crazy maniac murder a murder type thinkin
Ya sh1ttin, ya ass thinkin, I see ya blinkin
I wet em and forget I never should of met em
But he was talkin' sh1t to my man so I had to get em
Yep, you can get the fist, whatever
But How Many MC's Must Get Dissed?
"How many MC's must get dissed?"
I got a n1gga on scope through the eye of a needle
But I had the ***** pucking on my desert eagle
Pain as a n1gga brain I'm goin' insane
Pound after pound and come stomp on ya brain
Pick up the route and be jetty wit the loot
Don't try to walk wit a switch b1tch like you cute
You jus couldn't let me stick my **** and ride on the regular
Pen predator, et cetera...yeah right
So fxxk what you heard it's about gettin' blipped
In 1993 motherfxxkers get dissed
"How many MC's must get dissed?"