Screwball - First Blood lyrics

[poet] What? Screwball First blood When i die bury me Hang my balls from a cherry tree... Aiyyo, f** everybody and everything I'm puttin my balls on the table while you swingin ya ding-a-ling I'm here to take back whats mines, i sold dimes On the block ?evading? the cops, opened outta town spots Meanwhile, otha n***as slipped in through the back door Now them n***as swear that they raps raw I'm not feelin 'em, my rap style k**in 'em From the eighties to the millenium Ask about poet, n***as say "yeah, i remember him" Black hoody, army pants, stay wearin timberland Qb ot, regulate thoroughly The only one who represented heavenly Had a whole borough ready to bury me Yeah, you remember that, if you don't you was on similac [kyron] Now you trapped up in a cipher with wild wolves that need to eat I chew ya dogs up and spit out they white meat, son I'm having visions of ya ending and its not sweet It's gettin crucial, dead you and the n***as that produce you Yeah its conflict with the screw Confined in the industry, but now i'm speacking to a few Individuals, now you fell i'm talking to you Go ahead, press the issue, i'm qb official Screwball authorized spit anotha one to prove its organized Check the archives, we copped pies Got true street ties, ninety nine wise guys Feel for the state, hit 'em right between the eyes, what? Chorus: poet Now its first blood, hurt thigs, burst slugs Dirt thugs, screwball the worst thugs First blood thirsty, what, coming to do y'all Blew y'all back to the wall, and gave it to y'all Now its first blood, hurt thigs, burst slugs Dirt thugs, screwball the worst thugs First blood thirsty, what, coming to do y'all Blew y'all back to the wall, and gave it to y'all [kl] Yo, hey yo, yo I told you don't f** with me i got jedi Mind control with two nines with red eye Aiming at'cha ?chedda? Gettin off the bourbon rockin the turbin Swervin ??? eating cats in slow-mo Like higher learning, feel a burning World turnin indeed So one day they gonna have to hand it to me 'cuz i'm a legacy Flesh and bone chewin, livin When a n***a take my kindness for weakness aside givin [hostyle] Hey yo, yo Yo screw, we got some drama to attend to Watch me bend you to a pretzel (man, saayyzzz who?) Hostyle 'bout bless you, anger i ventilate With a banger i penetrate deep in your flesh meat I'm foul with this, street an*lysis Need to politic every twenty four More money, money mo' One mans poison is anotha mans sweetness Striking at ya weakness, knowin all your secrets Chorus