Keyza Soze - Come on Down lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah Chalie Boy, K-Rino let's get em [K-Rino] I'll drag you 'cross the water, from Houston to Israel I'm a seven course gourmet feast, you a kid's meal Take a sledge hammer, and damage the frame of your Caddy Embarra** you, and make your own kids ashamed of they daddy The people asking you questions, you answering none Out of the trunk, selling mo' junk than Sanford and Son You thought testing was a smart move, now you feel dumb Like the Texans stupid a**, for not drafting Vince Young [Chalie Boy] You opened the door so here I come gunning, no time for no battlers Me and the Time Traveler rattle ya, with a perammeter Batter ya boy let's chatter yuh, leave you for scavengers Adding you to the long list, of dismissed wanna-be challengers Haven't ya realized yet, all that talk make me aggressive Dig in your chest bring the broad out you, like some kind of decongestive Material imperial mind, your flow is reposessive It ain't the fact that you're whack black, I'm just very impressive mayn [Hook - 2x] Come on down, to Texas partna Tight flows, or anything you need we got ya Serving you, Southern hospitality proper But know this, you step out of line we drop ya [Chalie Boy] The chorus and rap singing, a Don is Verbally I astonish, get you hooked on my phonics K-Rino spitting that plain flame, I soulfully punish You trapped in a web's game, and into the eyes of who's punint Locked down we run it, hands down no question 6'4 with a 5'5, wild child mic molesting Bark like Mr. Smith, bite like Wesson Professor ay step up, and get taught a top flight lesson [K-Rino] I laugh at ya, K-Rino the paragraph smasher Catch you eating, snatch the food off your plate and won't even ask ya If we bet who raps can outlast, you'll be a cash pa**er One of the first, still one of the last of the a** thrashers I'm down with Chalie Boy, if he call me I'm in his corner Twenty thousand yards away, take off sprinting and run up on ya I vacation in my own hood, keep the Bahammas We got mo' flows, than a welfare office got baby mamas [Hook - 2x] [K-Rino] I break a microphone is half, like the leg of Joe Theisman If words was rushing yards, I would probably win the Heisman Me temp is rising, your chance of survival is barely breathing You telling lies with your hands on the bible, you damn heathen I verbally, and verbally capture ya Hit your car simultaneously, word slapping the driver and the pa**enger You talking like a pimp, but you steady tricking homes I be on your gal all night long, like a Cricket phone [Chalie Boy] Etching my name in history books, walking amongst legends A part of a coalition, Texas ghetto street reverends Chargers the game like Tomlinson, send you packing like Levans Have you struggling to survive, like James and Florida Evans Darkness about to set in, prepare for the on start Shaking like a child fooling with a pit, just got his arm caught You weak I ain't say that, that's what your mom thought You bring a threat to me, like them nuclear bombs Sadaam brought none [Hook - 2x]