Aw, yeah
Right about now it's time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I
Wait a minute, um
This is the art of, manslaughter
When I'm rockin', I'm more shockin'
Than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut n***as hard enough
To break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit around
Before you hit the ground
Your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicked, if not
I'm a start finishin' innocents, lyrics
I'm breezin' the region
Freezin' G's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques
When I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about Crooked
These b**hes shout Crooked
I'll make you say the West Coast
Ain't sh** without Crooked
I own a vicious label, n***as'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha
Motherf**ers can you dig that, huh?
Can you f** with this?
Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to f** y'all n***as up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this West Coast MC sh**
Yeah, how you like me now motherf**er?
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhyme
My microphone ma**acres every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing MCs, like ten of me
As you can see I continue mashin' MCs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me, "What the f** you expected?"
These venemous injections
I leave whole sections and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle sh** with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make MCs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don't compare me to none
Not one's nearly severe, 'cuz I severely
Impair MCs near me, oppose and fear me
I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I could have the spot locked
n***as get stoned for touching microphones
With no knowledge on how to rock
Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop
Turn your speakers up, DJ Battlecat on the table
We f**in' it up like this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy Xzibit in the motherfuccin' house, Alkaholiks
When I was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obscenities
Make n***as sport cackies and chucks from here to Italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see Xzibit fail
Act like a b**h on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be done
I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me, son, you f** around and catch you one
That ain't a threat, that's a promise I can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 n***as wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never f** wit' mine
I own sh** but gimme some more like Busta Rhymes
'Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my n***as is platinum plus
My Dogg Kurupt
Yeah, no sh**
Yeah, y'all can't f** wit' that
That's what I'm talkin' about
West coast, we been doin' this sh** for years
Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that
Battlecat, right
Whatcha say?
Motherf**as that be hangin' in the battle
That's what I'm talkin' about
Daz Dillinger
Break it down, break it down
Motherf**as can't fade this sh**