Pegz - f**in' Wid Pegz lyrics

[Verse 1] Dudes on the net like vicious animals s** more bones than fifty cannibals Wash your mouth out with flammable fuel I kick j**els like solar power, no mechanical bulls This is it, you fools must have amnesia My delivery's sicker than scripts on Fat Pizza Who's the man? Reaching the un-obedient Undefeated, flow is free as a drunk comedian My styles like pleading for the judge's lenience Wearing a shirt that says I love graffiti Nothing to hide, I got a filthy mind b**hes call me Jackhammer Milky Eye Ladies call me the gentleman, girls call me the veteran Underground kings on the mic call me pre-eminent Keep repping generic and cheap brethren You'll never be a sk**ed and stunning unique specimen [Hook] "Bring fire" You ain't f**in' wid Pegz "Bring the pain" f**in' wid Pegz "Harm the ignorant" f**in' wid Pegz... "f** with me, f** with me, f** with me, please" "You wanna diss like you got a trick up your sleeve?" "f** with me, f** with me, f** with me, please" [Verse 2] Call me Pegz, I get higher than Sam Human And love vagina like Rasputin Sorry I didn't mean that, the devil made me do it Got a slight case of Tourette's, like Lleyton Hewitt Cause I came from the sewer now I'm making manoeuvres We got T-bone steaks and case of ?Calluer? Don't be mistaken by my great sense of humour I'll break into your house and take the computer I'll black mail your crew to sail to Bermuda I'm a grown k**er while you're a stale tin of tuna North to West, nobody's f**in' wid Pegz I got respect for the scene and love for the heads Cause I pressed my first record using the rent And opened doors for nearly every crew that I met So any dudes on the net wanna battle Pegz? "You might as well run into the wall and bang ya head" [-- U-God [Hook - x2] [Verse 3] I'm the Roman in the bloody kimono holding the crown Slaying major labels and closing 'em down I don't hate your ungrateful and over empowered I hate you cause you probably f**ing voted for Howard The moment is now, kidnap the Prime Minister Strap him to a lie detector on live cinema Ask him if he likes dressing in his wife's clothes Or try to smoke him like a bong with the blinds closed I think you'll find, they can't question our morals Rest on your laurels, get left for tomorrow We live for today, 2005 Black waves in the streets, grey clouds in the sky [Hook - x2]