Andy cooper - Bring It To Me lyrics

[Intro] Lights, Camera, Action [Verse 1] It's a Rap raconteur's last ma**acre Better hide under the hatch when the blasts occur In a true war of words to enforce my turf With all sorts of hurt I would scorch the earth Kinda like ‘Nam when the Vietcong got to swarming I love the smell of Napalm in the morning Agent Orange putting your troops under siege As I stand in command with the boots and fatigues To march up into town with a Light Brigade Quick strike then ignite with a live grenade From the rear you hear Samurai knights invade Long sword slice and my mic's the blade Excalibur to vex the next challenger Left a mess that would impress Gallagher Cutting deep and I'll slash the last man Then light the matchstick and pa** the gas can I'm so sick of the disrespect It's time to zip your lip up and hit the deck If not the words I spit gonna split you neck So if you step it's your d**h, bring it to me [Chorus] Bring it to me Bring it on (C'mon) [Verse 2] A final fiasco attack with a rap flow A cap full of shrapnel for rascally rascals There's no need to rift concede or plead the fifth Better not get me peeved or miffed And don't bring a weak wood horse like the Greeks Man, this is D-day Normandy Beach And I'm mad like lynch-mob formed in the streets White flag raised, yeah, of course you retreat (I need help) It's too late to make the break You can't evacuate better face your fate You're gonna fall that protocol I'm Conrad Murray with the Propofol, listen to your motor stall Air ripped from your lung as you're stung Like a whip by the tip of my tongue getting swung Like a battle-axe dispatched to make chaps collapse I just laugh while I'm thrashing cats Body-blow, jab, uppercut, on the ropes Boy, you're getting licked like envelopes And you can only look up like Lob City As I speed away like the guy who shot Biggie [Chorus] [Bridge] [Verse 3] We can shoot, brawl or stab give me all you have See, I'm the Red Army at Stalingrad ‘Cause every one of my flows hits hard as old Tyson blows Don't oppose or your eyes are closed Lights out! It's about to history You're Khadafy trying to flee Tripoli You're Saddam claiming a big victory You're Kennedy waiving from a limousine Popped like Anwar Sadat and Pac I got him like Bin Laden thought he wouldn't get caught But ain't no where you can hide when you dared to connice Now you swear and deny man, spare me the lie Just shut your mouth and don't be optimistic It's about to get apocalyptic Swarms of locust, flesh disease Famines, plagues, refugees On your knees as you plead and you beg from the mud Your request will be met with d**h from above Incendiary bomb even the cemetery's gone So there's nothing for your next of kin to ever carry on Stone cold retribution Strap you down for the execution The beep slows as your heartrate stalls I hang up the phone if the governor calls [Chorus]