E.R.K. the Red - Exiled in the Badlands lyrics

[Intro] Yo, yo, yo 1-4-8, 3 to the 3 to the 6 to the 9 Representing the ABQ What up beyotch? Leave it at the tone [Verse 1: E.R.K. the Red] I monkey flip MC's like the Paul Franks Htting blunts fat as Keenan off of All That Hate these dumb skanks; all y'all wanna do is torch my dank Get hammered like Hank with a bit of Frank in their tank Then her mind goes blank, yeah that happens all the time Can't say Big E agrees - never hard to spit a line And I'm usually in the sky, or call me King Kai The Kong of Bongs, Hi-Si's from High Tides Kid with a lisp who's hitting spliffs of crips to get 'em nice and crisp Your boy will get lifted like some John Legend sh** More like John Lennon, sh**; imagine days in my life Spitting my science, crushing Bill Nye with all of these rhymes But I ain't into gangs' bangings or banging in gangs I'm too blazed to k** these dudes, dude - I do my own thang Phrases of Fraizer, more like Kelsey with the grammar Punch lines got a bit of witty britty Office banter Enchantor of candor combating ma**es of slander Saying I ain't the answer or gayer than Cousin Jasper Well, I'm enamored - jerkin' dancers look like they some f**ing flappers All y'all care about is swag and glamour - rhymes don't even matter And fact of matter I'll fracture any MC with a hammer Damage 'em, or got'cha grandma runnin' to my mannor "Sorry to badger, but please, excuse the boys manner He don't understand your manner; never met a man of stature And valor" Rather than clamor, let her in in a dapper matter Hashed the beef, literally, with some much needed laughter Dick dastardly, strictly the sickest ba*tard With quicksand flows, man, this n***a spits faster Than bullet trains or bullets sprayed upside the dome piece No heat when I roam streets - please, I'm not that lonely Stare boldly into the eyes of the dopes trying to smoke me Before I go ghost, tell your h*mo a** to blow me Bang-bang, I'm dead, back to that old dusty trail Where at least I have an arsenal of perils to revel 112 on the Highway to Hell home, pedal to the metal Dead men don't tell tales well? I'm just waiting to exhale Well, when you see the Big E in your realm Slaughtering - I'm the cat-f**ing-k**er Meanest n***a [Verse 2: Ridicholas] Lines might not yet but soon they'll be the truth A hater bugging me, I stomp on them and eat the Beetlejuice Sell tickets galore, I bring the thunder hard and heat, I'm Zeus And in a year or two, I'll quickly appear in the lead like poof You could be white as Harcha, still flow with the fire sparky I'll be at the top of this rapping plot of hierarchy Rare as tigers barking Said I'm as hard to find as car keys to a blind, disorganized, and un-cautious busybody Skin of Ozzy Not even Ziggy Marley or Billy Cosby's I shoot, pull the rhyme trigger on these foul foes like Nowitzki Nazis Run in circles in the octagon and master trigonometry So shape up Mr. Nick the early bird leaving your chirping slurred When I promise dominance, honest I keep a sturdy word You're absurd and spit equivalent to Nicky spurting turds Noggin of a nerdy nerd, jotting like a murderer A Hispanic teen could be the best rapper, ain't it the truth? After all the tallest basketball player's name was Manut So when I'm playing this game, beating the boss, and gaining the loot The lame brains of haters flatten and flatulate: cranium poots Spitting a serenade of sweet rapping carrot cake And marinate it with figurative language to fill the barren spaces I can see Usher from here, African-American Sarah Palin You're fruity as pears and grapes I'm too bananas for a pair of apes It's beautiflow The lyrics levitate in barrel shapes and blast with the beat that's making hibernating bears awaken The fans can barely bear to wait for Joker's terror rage that tears the hate or barricades it while I'm hater-larynx shanking When I wear the cape and tights and me and peril mate The rhymes are brighter than Egyptians Give in for the pharaoh's sake, it's Joke Dosky, I don't curse [Outro] Where's my money, b**h? b**h, where's my money, b**h? b**h, where's my money? (Ridicholas: b*tch!) Where's my money, b**h? Your imbecility being what it is I should have known to say: "Jesse, don't leave the keys in the ignition the entire two days!" I wanted to leave them on the counter b*tch!