Tier On3 - Shook One's (Remix) lyrics

Verse 1- (Tier On3) s** my dick with a reck a dental content Throw ya cash in your sentimental mosh pit Now what ya dumb a** gotta rap for I'm doper when i choose to rap backwards Your last ride in a Rav 4 Time to fumigate the pest with a wrapped cord The pens better than a stacked sword A pic is worth a thousand cracked wards What does that make me stand for I'm not Slim Shady but he's my main factor With Tech N9ne's flow and a fast scorch Other emcees make me laugh hard You got sk** to transport You still in the game You on a whack board No listen so you tripping b**hing I'm Satan's son the hottest in the kitchen When I'm ripping like Freddy with a drill and My screws are loose I'm a put the clip in My F bombs can't be diffused I don't need my volume to be reduced Cuz d** get your brain removed Doesn't mean it gives you a lyrical excuse Todays rap has been moved to tombs Because most of ya tracks that you produce Belong on the bottom of my supra shoes Words of shrapnel bout to go through the mood Got my pen up inside my holster My lyrics have a greater range than a rover Stand up on your toes like you a poser Your a disgrace to get clapped up by my loader Put the rubber on the mic So when it explodes it's provided with safety You get mad about my sk**s to write You should because you'll never trace me R kelly's an*s don't come close To pin point any category of sh** on me Cuz he's mad that his pants had a piss and queef Narcotics below my bricks and weed If you payed attention My words are off beat Oops I'm just kidding ah I made you peek Slim shady I must be The missing baby I'm so crazy Well I'm back And I gotta numerous amounts of chainsaws To cut the individual bodies That your manager already laid off No ones trying to take any shots at you Cuz all the shrapnel that you ingest My stomachs bulging with a rock of doom You think your dope you need to check Sticky finger licking picking drippings I wrote this in my grave do you dig it Dividends paid in ridiculous writtens I'm about to slow down please listen Cuz I'm recking every second With the clock when I be flexing Causing tension to your section With the block When I be repping No compound to my complexion Dirty mirrors with confessions Stating deals Making bills Till it causes me depression Anilyst how ya feel I star in movies and Your in films It's not a stab to ya will It's a jab on how to k** Hyper optic lenses make ya rhymes stand still Now I know that I'm a menace when I'm the nights time feel Hatters call me out instead of complaining over text I got more metaphors and similes to make me out your vex I got more semaphores and symphonies to take out all the rest I'll sting ya like a k**er bee that I be aiming toward ya chest But I'm Making the light out of bad situations I lest ya I'm tight with good girls not behaving I bet ya I'm right about Having rad stimulations I give the impression of my vesting as a ration I live to my intentions leaving my disasters waiting Ya don't want to beef with me When ya holding up the bacon I be baking for the taking when I'm at 95 degrees I'm engraving in the blazing when I'm on tiny high trees When ya got real stats You don't got to steal fame But better act upon it fast Before I take it all away Life is a buck a gas You attempt to beat the fast lane I'm going at supersonic DAB's (Decibels And Beats) Your flowing at stupid chronic rays Your a leaf in the breeze Ya got lucky with ya dream Taking craps on streaks They create a little stain Pica**o with the art my art makes a vivid picture It's hollow at the start Night stars State a livid wisher Lets follow at the mark Tight bars make a rapid fissure Emcees are get caught dead between my line of symmetry Hoes give hot head between my fine administry Ya don't want to fake out the beast Because it might fight viciously Better bring ya smith and westin You about to get an an*l rape Ace in the hole when my pen is testing My music better be staying taped I don't care what ya mouths confessing Time for Curtain call drapes Your at the bottom of my name And I'm the icing on the cake Spitting flames near ya face Close your eyes like I'm using mace The games a stop light road Destiny rides inside my fate The fame is a cracked code I'll show producers stacked rates I'm pulling strings without the fates IDK The future of RAM's state