KiddDaLegend - Nosetalgia Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] 36 Chambers of this Wu-Tang flavor d**h come upon all of those that don't pay homage or cater Tippin' these n***as over their pay, and they weren't waiters The dirt made us, from which God created us Long pins and needles, stickin' the gov't up for our pay cuts You say what? K-I-DD L-O-E Bullet in the middle of this scene D-A L-E-G-E-N-D Da Legendary bars that'll make your wife scream Keep her screaming til I sprinkle her wit my ice cream You can act feisty, then catch a left-right, see Ominous crime scenes when the boy shoots rhyme schemes I'm here to rob you top-to-bottom, froze up like cake icing Hate to find your boo in the tub wrapped in Saran bloodied up Cut from head-to-toe, cavity left open, sewn together screwed up Face chopped and screwed, teeth missing, looking like Leatherface, wa**up? All because of you being homesick From the candy cane nosetricks I'm focused Can't force this open like sewn-closed lips I'm open to suggestions of torture, how should you approach this? Are you hardcore, or are you bogus? Dodging bullets like missed dates for civil court And getting hit with fines finer than Meagan Good and K. D. Aubert So many mistakes with morale, the Kidd just can't be stubborn Heard these boys nowadays end up in d**h accidents, I hope you covered Also heard these boys are changing up with sweatpants and funny hair cuts About to put them to sleep with sepulchres, this ain't no party to slumber This material type won't ever make the stereos Elicit sounds makes you wonder about your heroes But its all about Mii, and you can bet there'll be No More… YAWWWKK!!! [Intermission] [Verse 2] You wanna see a dead body? I guarantee you won't be the same, so don't try me 36 Bars of Lethal Weapons, Wu-Tang and Mel Gibson You gon' need an entire battalion to fight me One hand around my back, gun in my back pocket Karate Chop your neck, hole through ya stomach wit the rocket Easy pickings for the feeble-minded that's living I got dinner sitting on the table, ready in the kitchen Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head, the whole body Cannibalism is nature Made sure it was well done as soon as we ate ya It'll take more than Jesus' "2nd Coming" to stop me I'm a little bit of coke without the soda at all Paranoia have you fooling with a supernatural clause But I don't do the presents on X-Mas, I'm a Boss Brother of the Strong Struggle, but I'm no Folk A disciple for Baltimore to get these people woke Up, it's too serious like Jones, we don't play Hokey Poke Shucks, I think that your brains can get stuck in the spoke Of a West Coast Lowrider made in '64 Don't be got to be a drug dealer just to distribute dope I'm a f**in' salesman with the bars, filling you with hope And aspirations to become