[Ant Diddley Dog]
Yeah, I hope your motherf**ing eardrums is ready for this
Bad N-Fluenz in the motherf**in' house
Finna kick some sh** for all the n***as who think they be flowing
I'm about to introduce my young partner, so kick back
Hit the weed, and tweek off these motherf**ing flows
Spit that sh**, Rappin' Ron
[Rappin' Ron]
That n***a Ron's back, with a bomb sack
I'm either smoking or I'm signing on a contract
And you will never see me sober cause I'm always lit
And when I spit, I don't wanna hear y'all say sh**
Cause when n***as talk sh**, I tax they a**
While they b**h be begging for a backstage pa**
Cause the b**hes be loving it, just they way I be shoving dick
All down the hoes throat cause I ain't no joke
Provoke, and I'll blow your chest open
Come to Oakland, so you can get your neck broken
And I'm the n***a that's doing the neck snapping
Ripping these motherf**ers in half just like a wet napkin
I'm up to no good in yo hood I'm walking through
You know this fool, buster, who the f** you think you talking to?
Saying you k** a crew, talking bout how you peel a few caps
When all you do is steal a few raps
Perhaps you should cut all the bullsh** before you get
Beat with a bullwhip and then catch a full clip
And you'll get jumped like a gra**hopper
And in the motherf**ing trunk I got a pump for your a**, partner
Motherf**er, this a nine thing
You running up to Rappin' Ron and catch a permanent migrane
And murdering is what the hobby is
And I'm a motherf**ing gangsta n***a, ain't that sh** obvious?
Boy you can't hang, I'm deep in the game
Rappin' Ron is the name, smoking bomb is the game
And every day I'm smoking it, straight out of Oakland, b**h
Cussing when I'm busting, crushing that mediocre sh**
n***a cross the line and I'm beating those
Cause they try to bust flows and they fold and they decompose
And I kick back like a big vet
So n***a you can hit the deck but you still ain't heard sh** yet
[Ant Diddley Dog]
Man, told y'all motherf**ers he was a goddamn fool!
Hell naw, f**ing with these young gangsta poets
Coming with this lyrical-a** sh**
My young parter Rappin' Ron gonna show you y'all
Motherf**ers how it's supposed to be done
So turn up the goddamn Zaps and bump them 15's
Cause you STILL ain't heard sh** yet
[Rappin' Ron]
You ain't heard sh** yet, cause I'm a motherf**in' vet
My style will break off and take off just like a jet
Set to grab the tec, and pop in some clips
And hit the corner in the mob, let off some shots while they diss
b**h you'd better break, k**ing is in the take
First the 8 then the 9 so you'd better get it straight
Wait, n***a stizzop, Ron's getting prizzops
And if you get disgusted you'll get busted in your chizzops
You can't f** with me, cause I'm a young G
n***a the O is the town, the 89 is the T
That's my turf since the birth, putting fools in a hearse
Yeah I love to bust raps, but I gotta bust caps first
Leaving punk motherf**ers on they backs
Cause when I pull my straps, all them saps just collapse
And I watch them figgety fall, cause I'm a higgedy hog
Coming up out the kiggedy cut with my partner Ant Diddley Dog
I ain't scared, cause they unprepared
I said "flee" and the fled, I said "bleed" and they bled from the head
Now they doead, they caught too many slugs
But gimme the mic and I'm ripping and rapping and rocking
And dropping them lugs
So motherf**ers love Rappin' Ron cause I'm perking up off that bomb
And I'm really not that high when I'm off that chocolate Thai
So let's go and get some dank and some drank and let's lounge
Don't try to creep, peep a n***a from the town
That's down to blow up your whole f**ing block
Get on my nerve when I'm perved and get served like a knot
And then catch the shot from my Glock when it busts
Yeah you probably be f**ing with them but n***a but you never be f**ing
With us
So trust, that punk motherf**ers get served
Talk sh** when I'm lit and get kicked to the curb
And punk-a** n***as get served quick
And your a** needs to chill cause you still ain't heard sh**
[Ant Diddley Dog]
Goddamn! This n***a's sick as f**!
Check thise out, man, oooh, this n***a ain't even finished yet
So calm your motherf**ing a** down, peep this last verse
[Rappin' Ron]
Now everybody think that I lost it
So they be running up quick but I be coming up with that raw sh**
The one that flow, now everyone I know
I'm another motherf**er and I'm coming from the O
To the A to the K, straight from the Bay
Where the n***a slang the yey or they either snort the pay
Some n***as be hopped out, big time and got clout
And some went to school but them fools just dropped out
So if you made it, n***a, then I'm glad you made it
But I'm undereducated cause I never graduated
But I don't give a fu*k about no goddamn diploma
I'd rather grab my gat and put a n***a in a coma
I don't know no calculus, algebra, or geometry
But I got my gat so I know trigga-nometry
And all that school sh** was nerve-racking
That sh** ain't gave me pape, that's the reason I prefer jacking
Perking off of Genuine Draft
The kinda n***a that'll put a couple in you and laugh
Lend you half a motherf**ing gravesite
You can't f** with the man with my hand on my guage tight
But I'm a do it like this so your crew will know
Tie your leg to a car, tie the other to a pole
Talk sh** and laugh cause I got the gift of gab
Hop in the car, hit the gas, watch your a** split in half
Motherf**ers think that they stacking
I got more raps than a gift and more straps than a straightjacket
It's just that flow sh**, that coming up out the O sh**
Now wait for the next song so you can hear some more sh**, b**h
Rappin' Ron in this motherf**er, you know what I'm saying?
Saying what's up to all my potnas in East Oakland, California
Crazy-a**Regis from 89th Avenue
My potna Ace, my homeboy FT
You know how we doing it, my potnas Sunny and Shine
Just kicking it, doing this Oakland type sh**