P Money - Ba** Cannon (Freestyle) lyrics

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P Money - Ba** Cannon (Freestyle) lyrics

[Link] P, listen I've got a mate, he's new to this dubstep stuff He's like "P, what's all this dubstep stuff? I don't understand it. Can you explain it to me" So I get a beat from Flux Pavilion, it's called ba** cannon And then I'm like this is dubstep Can you feel that? [Verse 1] I can't spit on a tune with no ba** in it Send me a pop tune and I'm lacing it When I say lacing, I don't mean vocal I mean setting up a body and lacing it Till it's dead, no saving it No gold ting, cause I ain't rating it We like riddims at rock speed Cause that shakes the room like it's got an earthquake in it I'm P, there's no changing it If money was a garden, I'm raking it Perfect picture, I'm painting it And if the record ain't mine, I'm breaking it [?] covering [?] Like an American city, I'm stating it Shove you in a black bag with rage in it [Verse 2] Cannon ba** to the facial All up in your girl's face like a facial I'm a handful, too much When I spit I could literally shut down Cable (CLASS!) Who thinks they're able? (CUZ!) I love winning, I'm faithful MCs can't damage my tunes, the only person That can scratch my tune is Cable (BLUD!) You can see me on cable Taking a piss on the world, it's not rainfall I've got a weapon that's bringing in money I can hold more papers together than staples (GEEZUS!) I weren't born in a stable I was in [?] April I'm running away with the game so fast It looks like I've got more legs than a table [Link] [Verse 3] Your hype won't last long like Misfits Nobody's gonna be pissed if they miss this I don't care how wicked your witch is Cause I've got a download which is wicked When it blows up, I won't leave a witness This here's something you don't wanna witness You'll be in hospital, lying in stitches I'll be in my bedroom, in stitches (HAHA!) I'm on your girl's wishlist Trust me, I don't send mine [?] Under the radar I've got em making a noise all night like a cricket How can you say you're the sickest? No junglist posse, I'm still wicked You could be ma**ive, obese, enormous Huge, humongous, I'm still the biggest