Outlaw - Split Second lyrics

[OUTLAW]: My name is outlaw, and I'm stomping your pride Making you anxious so you f**ing don't write Made you memorize this day for life, you apes Summarized in ways: "you grew your size of brain" Its size and shape - when you exercise with weights But I'm afraid that it's too late for you animals And mammal brain glands and with a twist of fate I graduate rap and contacted mayham [Mayham]: You've got rights, the right to remain silent They call me mayham, f*ggot; I fight to remain violent So don't bother therapists, homie I strike away guidance They say I'm going in, yeah - inside insane asylums I'm riled up with violence, and fight you with strikes I bite like I'm tyson, I take lines from my simons So simon says violence ain't nice just stand against it While I attempt to flex my biceps to slice your neck, b**h [Chorus] (x2) (In a split second!) You better run for the hills (In a split second!) Cause I'm comin' to k** (In a split second!) Prepare to die, cause (cause in a split second!) There'll be nowhere to hide [Outlaw] I either spit philosophy or biology They probably shocked in awe as they're watching me Not only does it not bother me; but I'm glad Cause I'd rather not show modesty out my a**! And so just like that, I shift in the moment And sh** on my opponents, the more foes I have; The more my proponents, neither short of a laugh Nor of a gram of weed, I even have the seeds Either that or I'll be high on crack and speed When I spit with the accuracy of a damn machine I'd rather be that than a damn p**y, those damn bullies Have pushed me to a new strategy! So it has to be this way, you may pray But I'm throwing haymakers like the good ol' days And I may break my f**ing face in the process But at least I'll kick your a** - that's progress! [Chorus] [Mayham] Roses are red, I'm a little crazy Wouldn't write you a poem if I was pushing up daisies I'll sleep on a f**in rock just to cushion my hatred And you pussies ain't sh**, you're a tush in the matrix If these rappers are dope, homie your kush is just tasteless Your girlfriend set precedents, cause that bush is so famous I'm the hook of this apex, the book you mistook for some basics Now it's leaving you ridiculed cause you ain't look at the pages Man I pick at my haters, and I give you the dopest I'm the mix of a potion that's a feel of sniffin some coke Like a fix up of a spliff when you lit up and smoke it And I ain't stopping even if I get as big as my nose is I make you cranky, don't I? you pansy low-lifes You couldn't make it rain if you were dancing for it! I did study a greek psycho a bit like stanley porter Til her f**in' menstrual cycle ran me over [Chorus] [Outro] In a split-split In a split-split In a split-split-split In a split-split