Baby Jokes - Rhymeslayer lyrics

[ntro] Yeah Turn That sh** Up A Lil Homie Yeah Right There Ha Let Me Hit This sh** Homie That Muthaf**en Rhyme Slayer For You Fools That Don't Know Baby Jokes From That Charlie Row Camp Not Your Average Homie Go Sit Back & Trip On This If You Ain't Feelin' Well f** You! [Verse 1] I Got The Call On The Celly From The Beast Of Bellies Mississippi Or Folsom Fool I Can't Be Tellin' Big Box In Calipat Picture That Got Homies In The Pen Cause We Rock The Same Tat I'm Not Your Average I Believe In The Mystic Shaman With Lil Spanish A Little Twist Of Mackin' I Know The Streets And I Know The f**en Bible The Art Of War Can Take The f**en Title The Psycho City Pigs Better Come & Get Me I'll Crush Your Eyes And Leave Like DosXX The Game Reacher Got A b**h By The Name Of Tricky She Said She Missed Me But I Know She Live In Boxes Icky I Choose To Swindle Like Champarro Like To Nibble The City Sickle I Bleed & My Body Tickles So What You Sayin'? I Know I Can't Leave This Place The Rap Game My Dog, What I Call My Ace [Hook] See In These Hard Times We Gonna Push The Line Brown Skined'd Muthaf**er With The Right Mind Boom Bam Hit You Like Uncle Sam I Got The Baddest b**h I'm Sayin' Goddamn You Got Me Shootin' Orders See Its My Peckin Order One Snap Of The Finger And Its All Over Rhyme Slayer In Florida I'd Be A Alligator But This Is L.A So I'm A Gang Banger [Verse 2] You On My Clock So I'm A Make The Muthaf**a Rock The Blocks Hot Its Known As The Spruce Block MTV In L.A Is The East Streets The Boys & Me Bang The 213 Everybody Rhymin' But I'm The Right Time'n Ain't A Vegetable But Call Me Jolly Green Giant Before You Tryin' You Better Put Some Damn Mileage Los Angelinos Come & Get This Brown Lion I f**en Roar And I Bite Even Harder This Game Like Fish Sticks And I'm The f**en Tarter The Rhyme Slayer Untouchable Like Darth Vader I Slang Dope But My Stash Spot With The Neighbor The King Baker That We Could Be The Money Maker 2009 I Grind Just Like My Lakers Califa Rap I Blow f**en Wigs Back They Hit The Pad Of Parolees On A G Plan