Knock Ya Teeth In

Tell ya mama that I’m calling her collect
From an LA County jail cause I’m a total fucking wreck
Been charged with arson, spittin' fire on the set
It’s the great demonic martian starving for your flesh
Carve in your chest with a rusty razor blade
I’m puffing anything to take the pain away
I’ll grab the microphone and spit over and 808
Whatever the fuck is playing, great
I came to slay the stage, ok?!
Getting loaded on that baking soda
Sole controller of that microphone, we takin' over
Hold the phone
Cause in the zone we prone to knock yo teeth in
Rob your fucking home after you host us for the weekend
Leavin' nothing for your kids but a head inside the fridge
Dave Mustaine of this rap shit.
Bitch I want revenge!
I salivate just thinking 'bout what Imma do to these lames
I’m living proof of what a real emcee can do in this game
Check it.
Deadly giant steady climbin' up the mountain of bones
Defying science, every rhyme creating thousands of clones
Devour cowards (adding power)
Shit em out with no soul
We redefining how the madness of the mind
And the music can grow
Yo it’s that bang bang boogaloo
Back yard boogie to the sound that I’m pushin' through the speaker
Inhale the reefer like it was some ether
We the rottenest debaucherous apocalyptic creatures
So catch the vibe now when I kick it
We get down to business
Strickly spittin' wicked shit like this is
The violent leviathan, I rise up from the sea
Striking down your island of righteousness and peace
So pretentious little bitches thinkin' yall could fuck with me
Its over! Kid you better be a soldier
Cause we busting out the coldest shit you ever heard of
Call it murder. we the capital!
Roaming through your town to fuck shit up
Cause we some animals!
(Chucky Chuck)
I hit em with a drop kick
Sweet chin to the music
Knock out every tooth and have em looking like a tulip
Ya too lit! Ya need to simmer your ass on down
Take a seat and look around
It’s savage here in the underground
Respect when you’re speakin'
No trolling in the deep end
I’ll fry your doo-doo pants and have you freak
Is she creepin?
These fools are tweakin thinking that I ain’t gonna fight ya
Hiding behind your computer screen
It ain’t that hard to find ya
Boom! Im right at your front door
Pistol to your face, puttin' holes up in your jaw
Bitch I keep it raw and pack a punch for you pussies
Spray can for the claimin' and I’m smoking on the lucy
It’s the Henchlord and I’m demanding your respect
Skribbal scratch em up
Let’s put these fuckers up in check on the set
And I ain’t playing with you fuck boys
Must be absent minded thinkin' Chuck won’t fucking destroy