Yak Ballz - Detox lyrics

(Yak) It's that True City k**er Yak the Ripper It's that kid that has your feet like he's nice Naw, he's nasty Just look at how he treats mics I smoke weed like it's medicated Get dead bent like my face was metal plated Every move I make - premeditated Live my life like a palm flick and keep it X-rated Detach your legs misery style with an axe - you'll hop Ya'll should have known my joint was off the meat rack Sick as an infant - recently caught this relapse I'm ill - please don't ask why I look strung out Shut the f** up before I cut your tongue out! Yak Ballz from the Weather Men who'd you expect? Drop a single like the diligent blades of 7 ex It's all over the day Masai Bey hits ca**ette It gets deeper - hoes crews is shallow The following don't stop like shadow (battle me) That's like stepping the Cobra Commando with a 9 milli and no ammo You'll get manhandled I cause brothers to die They see the other side then I cover the lies (I'm out) Cop another disguise Run up in your crib and bust a nut in your mother' eyes She's like "Yak, you're the fowlest" That's when I introduced her to Alex (Cage) When the weakest of the food chain steps it up You might comfortably with a line of bullsh** Witness legendary tales as opposed to clones They like microscopic versions of Indiana Jones Written Ox Allah! 牛 Storm the temple of cause Going out like the last crusade against the source You know my name like the black frame - try to clone it What opponent? I see kids I spit on last year still soakin' Open up domes in foreign lands with orange hands Leave mics in the pits but know Cage mobs to expand Got groupies like I play in a rockband Oh well, don't try to s** me in the pop world yellin' my name on TRL Six s**s! Agree to scribe thoughts! The insides of the courts! Stenches! Moms aborts! Dead Siss! The bliss! I walk to Nazareth! Castleless! Slaughter my own people having this Ketaset children built in! Malignant milk in! Teenage love! Restrict pill Fred! Spot chance Allah with vagina slippers for the floor Show you and the s*ut you call wifey hardcore (Yak) We on the low like undercover D-knocks Weathermen got ya'll n***as coppin' pleas for Detox (Cage) I spit how the Earth tastes And pa** forms out of place Galvanize my face and k** for breathing space Recycle the waste! Like the paper that spent you Look for cheat codes against rogues as Tenchu! bu*t through roads I bent you With a picture crooked life You are the tour reason corporate glory is suffice Naw, you ain't nice You like fake dice, caught by work release Ice grillin' villains that's willin' to make a k**in' Peelin' metal fillin's Like a Jux from God, spillin' your stomach linin' With just a fistful of Hein' in Burn off the lips that you evolved from! I'm down to shoot Pop Funks because I can't tell what caused 'em (Yak) Check it, I'm the type of kid to f** your head up with mind tricks Give me a mic, I'll rock the sh** 'til you unconscious Those that find this dope already lost it! Must be the way I hold fortress! Spin planets in the cypher and control orbit Up in my crib haunted! Stem some genius ink room Getting retarded like I had down syndrome And still devise my plan perfectly To ace all you f**s cause none of ya'll are serving me Call me quick silver, I piss mercury My circuitry is the illest Craft a bomb and blow the motherf**ing frame into tidbits Tell 'em Yak Ballz schooled you - cla** dismissed