Tyree G. hayden - Done one more... lyrics

{verse#1}-you think your good but you don't understand, that i be the apprentice of brotha lynch hung and the wu tag clan, your mind is immature like peter pan, cause i can strait read your sh** off like the holy karan, making your sh** dumbo status like a hyphy movement up in disneyland, beating your sh** with the pot and pan, you be the hunted as i troop in comand, like the force lead in afganistan,your about to be stored into contraband, removing all your sences like a lympnode infection in tucan sam, an over accumilation of time gla** sand, spills into your organ of the cerebral cortex gland, rearanging your life spand, back to being f**ing sh** in the testicals of your old man, never again to compete against who is orally grand(OG).{vrese#2}-it's just a matter of space and time, till you are equallly combined, with the equasion of Albert Einstien, as in defined through a chalk line, indicating where you lost your mind, and detached from life and died, cripplied in the ripples of each flow that i rhyme, serotonin molecules poor from your spine like iodine, and you be trippin the f** out like dimethyltryptamine, once a b**h but now your mentally declined, sh** f**ing happens when you f** with mine.{vere#3}-if you come at me raw i'm a have to come at you deadly, mind steady, for wether or not your ready, to be chopped into sh** like a plate of spagehtti, blowin your brains to lay like f**in confetti, then i slit your gang open with a 6ft machete, the only thing you be f**in with is a blow up betty, grabbing your p**y face cause my balls are sweaty, i run this like a beast and you do it like hello kitty