Whyzer - Crewsaders lyrics

Yeah.. Yo Dirty, (yeah) Keys (What up) Whatta you say we introduce ourselves? (Whyzer) My name is Whyzer And I'll advise you stop getting wise or Imma play dexter and pull out my f**in circumsizer Ain't got a scalpel either I mean, my left incisor I ain't gay, im just sayin dont f** with me cuz im cray Don't protest it. Man, I didn't digest it. (Nope) I don't want no foreskin goin through my colon like an inmate on his first day at Fulton Get ready I'm cuz boltin Like Usaine. Who's sayin I'm insane? It's a shame You can't tame me til I get fame and y'all know my name I'm winning this rap game, you're lame I can tell you're talking sh** every time that you're hocking spit Look, your words dripped inside a slow cooker what a crock of sh** Cuisinart proctor silex rival bravetti whichever u bought on the tele Your sh** stew's ready I'm like a verbal machete U better hold steady Here comes freddy u ain't ready El dente like your spaghetti (HOOK X2) If you dont know who the f** this is You better listen THE f** up or cut of your ears Heres to the sh** that we've done and what'll premere We're the saultiside crew and 2012 is our year (Tony Keys) Hey, it's tony keyz Pleased to meet you Pleased to beat you Defeat you, EAT YOU Head to shoulders Toes and knees Tony Keys, a phony? Please Holy geez believe, I'm a genius Keys is the one and only, rap jesus Calm, quick and diligently k**in the beat, (a beast) legitimzing illegitmicy Educated, socializer,spitting verses with whyzer Got so many hoes on me that you'd think im on fire Think i'm a liar? i'll inspire you to f**in retire Like you got a flat on your Mitsubishi Aspire What? You thinkin this is a dream? I spit a violent stream, now I'm back on this team Got my Head up high with a full head of steam Aimin for the top, man im gonna reign supreme (Dirty Bill) They call me Dirty Bill But im not sure why the call me that Is it cuz I run with my dick out down the cul-de-sac? Pull the sack to the left Pull the dick to the right Play air guitar with my junk (Yo that riff was tight) Whats weird to me though Is that I get called sleezy While you're munchin more foreskin Than that who*e nicole polizzi Jesus, its easy to see We siece these words and act greasy To please me, it'll take six midgits A squirrell and a Mr. Freezie But dont get it twisted, maybe you missed it Maybe your sister just got fisted I know you wish it was a statistic I insist its just sadistic, that this dicks so narsa**istic The sickest, yet most sofisticated psychopath that ever made it Hated,cuz when you say potato, i say blow me Slowly worship it like its holy, moly yo Be quiet girl while i got your lips playin goalie And ill end this verse like whyzer now, ravioli what?