Give us a knife and a b**h and I'll slit cows
Bring on this kid now, sit down
'Wow! You're sick pal' I crack this sh** loud, whip POW!
I make rappers quit sound when I spit loud
I'll make them hit town and skip round
Chase 'em with full clip, flick, pow, chick BOW!
I'm not getting signed to the likes of warner
So there's no sh**es to warn us
About Busta nicking my song title and the chorus
What? You expect me to calm down
Ya can get your arm bound
I'll pound ya face, give us the crown
Pull up ya body, look what I've found
Throw ya carcus up everest and make ya arse climb down
Slap on ya headphones and ya hitting the ground
Flip round like a game of chance with nickles and pounds
I got f*ggots on my check list that can get their head hit
I'll eat what left for lunch and breakfast
I'm made out a metal so when ya punch me I break fists
You heard what I said b**h