Baby Paul - Letha Brainz Blo lyrics

[Hook] Let the madness begin n***a, let it begin Let the madness begin and let the brains blow if you grin Let it begin let it begin Let the madness begin and let the brains blow if you grin [Verse 1: Rock, Ruck] A-yo run for your guns me and son coming through Rock Ruck you and you crew f** the boys in blue This be BuckTown around these grounds they don't roam Cause we send 'em home with crazy slugs in they dome Blown out the frame by the Rock, Mr. Flipster sh**'s Heltah Skeltah, where's the Inflixter Right by your side with my eyes on the posse I see duke in red he said he wanna drop me Plus he claim he can burn me up in rap sh** sh** take it to his grill ask the punk what he feel Two to his cheek cause he weak so's his jaw n***a played hisself fronting like he hard to the core More I hear p**y talk more I want flip See I got enough slugs for your mom in my clip Strip to your drawers run your dough and your j**els Tool's co*ked it ain't April 1st but I'm breaking fool Warn punk n***as test Rock it's like touching live wire Catch a shock to your knot From a Glock that I pop, you don't want it with the Rock Better duck dumb f**s you're out of luck You got caught by the Ruck First of all, n***as don't know jack, my flow's fat So fat, my gat splat at n***as who claim that my sh**'s wack You don't know I thought you knew it Too late b**h you blew it Now I'mma bang your sh** up like I was Lennox Lewis One, two, three four five Six seven eight n***as, oh sh** where's my nine Mil I drill fine sk**s into your mental Block I hit your temple hot become gentle not You must mistake me for a s**er type of motherf**er Might lose his life, cause I'm trife in the night [Hook] [Verse 2: Ruck] What's the deal n***a? Set it off in the dark I spark marks when the big Ruck flips the Ark The raw rapper jaw tapper Ruckus kick it wicked Keep it real my clique roll thick like Hasidics Plus, I be there like Jackson, breaking your backs and Asking who want more, that's when my gat spin So chump chill 'fore my pump k** You wanna ill still Ruck knock out your front grill The lyrical whatever, cause whatever is lyrical I bring forth, thoughts beyond those of physical Raps get deep when I mack with my peeps You yapping 'bout beef you'll get clapped in the streets b**h This n***a Ruck is f**ing crazier than ten n***as I send n***as to hell, full of my rhymes and then I bend n***as So what? p**y bring it on Word is bond, Sean got songs that's mad strong [Hook] [Verse 3: Rock] Listen, another n***a bluffing Punk f** discussion, when you see me get to snuffing You're sweet as muffins, that mom dukes bake I break Yeah my Timberlands make everything from your head to your North Lake ache So take your monkey a** to the rear Toe to toe or blow for blow we can square Yeah my bra** knuckles make your knees buckle What duke I lay more n***as flat out on they back than a s*ut do Who knows what you seem to be, I didn't gas you But you can keep it moving 'fore I beat your ga**ed a** You punk ba*tard, you could get the gat quick Or your a** kicked, that dry sh** your lips spit, get the Chapstik Or a fat dick and that's it Heltah Skeltah, letting the brains blow and that's if we [Hook]