[Verse 1]
Percee P your highness
Rap's finest and imma prove it, so move it
I'll eat you and whoever you get
What i'm packin's worse than a Mac-10, so back down
You're wack now like back then
Ain't nothing changed you're still that same sucker now
Roast every one of you 'cause none of you can fuck around
I'll fight fear, rip you right here
I dis, you're burned, and leave you twisting, turning like a nightmare
No one can stop me, top me or copy, my style or rap while your rap is sloppy
You's a big doof, I'll fuck your girl on the roof
Yeah, I'll even give you the panties back if you want proof, troop
At least have props but, you're bummy coming outside
Trying to spoil like your bullshit ride
You're no frills, plus have no skills
No grills, no wheels on your mobile so chill
This loss, you made yourself
Stepping to me trying to do me money? You just played yourself
We can go deep, but you're so cheap so weak
Kicking riddles like Little Bo Peep
Your rhymes are all wack, you better crawl back
No one can touch me meaning I must be all that
My rhymes surpass ya, never will outlast 'em
Crush and bust ya, as if Bruce Lee smashed ya
When I kick a verse clown you're out in the first round
You should have known that when they put Perc' down
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[Verse 2]
You's a wannabe
If you attempt to front on me you're gonna be through
The next round you ain't gonna see
You ain't shit clown, nigga sit down when the page slam behind this stage you will get found
No one can do me, step to me i'll back you up smack you up and take your toolie
Dumb clown when the P come down you won't have a chance
I'll bury you like an avalanche
Your rhymes are weak-wack so don't even speak black
If I get you imma hit you 50 feet back
Save the bass for crackheads, fool I'll bust you like a blackhead and send you back dead
Shut you up, cut you up like a chef shake your salt, B
Back up off me your breath stink
You's a bum so what you came fresh today, probably wear it tomorrow just like you did yesterday
On the mic I'll take your heart, don't even start grabbing shit
(Why?) 'Cause I ain't having it
New jacks try to get swift, dis and try to tongue twist
Bunch of amateurs can't even tongue kiss
You's a sucker motherfucker, bow and pay your respects man
I'm signing off with the next man
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[Verse 3]
When I rip shop you'll get dropped, get chopped
Shit stops when I ziplock your fake hip-hop, you tripping
Give you a fast ass whipping plus I'm gripping the mic
You start flipping, you better start dipping
I'm putting your head to bed
Leaving here rich in the bitch, legs are spread
I'm marvelous, lyrically i'm hard to dis
An arsonist, even burn your carcasses
Huh, so you better hide your bitch
If you head blow up, when I show up I'mma go up side your shit
With a fucking trash can
I'll rush and bust you, like General Custer it be your last stand
If the crew's back we'll probably swing, when I'm thrown out
I ain't going out like Rodney King
He makes hits on the great shit, but I make fits and don't take shit from niggas kicking fake shit
He gets no set, but he don't flex 'cause I can get nasty and then a bloody (3:06)
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[Outro]
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