Ultramagnetic Mc's - Ced-G, Tim-Dog (Lab Free Style) lyrics

[Tim Dog] Ah sh**, well I'll be God damned The life that I live is not of mortal man Pursuing my righteous, hype just, might just get Another chance to uphold my lightning Peace, not at the least I'll crush a motherf**er that gives me beef I'm the hardcore master, one that has to Cruise right past ya remain disaster So step - what the f** you got beef for You f**ing with me for, a kid on a see-saw The man in hand that sa** the clan the motherland So what's your damn problem man? Comprehend and then, if you still pretend That your rhymes will win, I will f** your girlfriend Again, and again and again, and again And when the p**y is sore, I will f** her again In the back door, in other words her black a** I send her home for s** ed cla** She ain't sh**, she can't even f** She had the nerve to not even s** My dick, yeah she's gotta be sick I threw her out my house real quick I'm a b**h molester, an Uncle Fester The one to lust for, caress and test-a So I suggest-a, when you address To grab a titty palm her a**, cause I done left her Forget her, cause Tim Dog is large Dog's a motherf**in Benz garage I'm a Porsche Audi, like John Gotti I like to party but what's up with the body I'm a s** fiend, won't jerk off or masturbate As long as p**y I hear, I'm straight I'ma f** and f**, and f** and f** Then f** and f**, then I f** and f** Then I f** and f**, then I f** and f** And what I'm doin after that? I'm a still f** So Ced Gee, you know you're next in line Yo, take the mic and bust a dope-a** rhyme [Ced Gee] One two one two one more goes like this False alarm - you ain't seen no smoke The smoke you're seeing, is there cause I broke Down the rhyme a vicious kind to feed your mind The warning sign, and then recline Down, and rhyme when the pace kicks Up up a hundred, yo I gotta get A mic and get hyper, cause I can recite the Lyrics to flip the crowd, just like Pied Pipers Music, I won't abuse it, nor misuse it Just add some flavor to it yo and prove it Just like that new car, with mileage it go far You'll see the best Ced Gee I'm an Ultra star Galactic, Galactus, fantastic Bra** trick, practice, yeah You understand what I'm sayin? Yo bust it I'll control uphold the show From beginning to intro, Ced Gee is like nitro-glyc' And I will diss, those who insist On bustin their weak rhymes, Ced Gee will just piss My urine right on you, strut then transform you Hold you and mold you, rip you and fold you Duck, so what the f**, you out of luck You rhyme like a Jetta while I rhyme like a Mack truck Rollin hard with eighteen wheels and all With the mic, so I must call Myself a leader, a whack rap deleter The feeder who needs the, crowd to procede the Whole 9 yards as well as the distance I'm Ced Gee, and I represent All who want the call, me their boy in awe Who wants to be a toy Tim Dog - my mellow my man [voice] No, it's Sham Rock's turn Jam, you ready Sham?