Intro (Rama O.A.):
Sometimes I just feel like...
Hopping on a track, and spitting
This is Rama O.A., and my boy Mad Pzo
There will never be a man as bad as this
Verse 1 (Rama O.A.):
What you know about Rama?
Got a problem or some, huh?
Have you been laden with problems so you wanna shorten my summer?
I'll lyrically bomb you as my pen jumps in your corner
Til sheep crawlin away from this hungry anaconda
Rap you snakes around a cross to get my message across
And because boss rhymes with it I'mma go bust rhymes with it
Til my teeth are so clean that I don't need to floss
I'm in it
Because I know what's at stake, flying beef no mistake
You want that beef? No miss, take it
And you won't have to fake it, and neither will I
Cause it's make it or break it!
Don't you moo or boo, there's no bovine in it
I'mma lyrical faucet, I'mma lyrically force it
Down your throat cause this is the water you need
To make you succeed, til you take heed
Of what supersedes your breed
Take a look at these balls, tungsten times ten scrotum
Posted up on your wall, call me Kendrick Lamar Odom
And I'm socially so sure you're life's secured to be wack
And that's secular talking so don't be taken aback
But if Keeping Up's not involved, that ain't OKKK
This black skinhead's warpath today, his wrath you'll pay
Don't be cutting him slack, or get tight-lipped or hacked
Hate's a virus that always had a pop to tart with me
Maintained we were poles apart
Unlike Noah's ark, this pair had to push to start
You see, you with me?
But the anecdote's anti-date
Antidote's on your plate
To eat later one must wait
And serve their time in this debate
Dictate what your art should be
Dicks take cues of what you ought to be
Hit them with cues, sink easily
Join the queue of the measly
Blackball ya like a Wayan brother
Fly left like a Wright brother
Winning on film didn't warn a brother
But if Lupe thinned the R out...
I wouldn't be bothered
I would have recovered
I wouldn't have stuttered
And yeah I've got it covered
RE: eating with the gold without an entourage to help
Dreams of swimming in that pot but it will take a Michael Phelps
To derail myself, defame myself
Excuse my fucking french, au revoir myself
Life wants to REM with me and I'm losing my religion
Words of fiction change my diction
Twisted caption, caricature!
You're cartoonish in your foolish
Attempts not exempt at Bro's eviction
You ghoulish ghoulish, stooges stooges!
I'm both James Blakes and now you should show some love!
Serve you up and then there's a Limit To Your Love!
I'll smite thou from above, no peace, no dove
And Rama O.A.'S the name you're thinking of 'cuz...
Bridge (Mad Pzo):
Whoah!
I'd just like to say
Oh my gosh!
Yeah
Going in
Verse 2 (Mad Pzo):
Yeah... First thing's first, I'm not gonna name drop
I'mma spit fire be careful because this flame's hot
M-A-D yeah nigga the name's not M83
But I still take shots my nigga no tank tops
I'm tired of niggas telling a nigga to not do it
I speak this rap shit, and I might add that I'm quiet fluent
And if you still hater my nigga, you quite stupid
So please get a hater in check cause I nigga might just do it
Like the check on my shoes on check
Flow so hard yeah the whole crews on deck
Like is you gon jet?
Nah nigga I do this up in my feat
A nigga didn't get featured cause a niggas been defeated
Already and I'm a chopper like machete
You're just cartoons, rapping that Ed, Edd, and Eddy
I'm going like ever ready
I get there you'e never ready
I spit ultralineamentum lines you spit that spaghetti
I got plenty of bars
Plenty of envy plenty applause plenty of pussy pick any you want
You gotta keep it on the down low though
I can't be spitting shit that my own girl don't know
Because I read the game so well I'm the santa of clause
And this verse just become a new centre of wars
To get this good you gonna need to beat many of odds
I just broke the many the laws that make rapping an art
St Nicholas Pope God an the rest of yall
Don't get involved my niggas cause I'm the best of all
Be celebrated you'll say that there's a Pzo festival
X no, X No, X, the ol lepricorn
I ain't say Jack shit
I'mma just let you have it
Take what you take no dick you's a faggot
Rapper wrapped in that plastic
The bars I'm rapping jurassic
I hops on it like gambit you bunny hoppin a rabbit
Now did these niggas buttered OAid really kill me?
I guess their lines are kinda okay, like do you feel me
But I'm a fucking murderer niggas I'm proven guilty
Monster even the way that I live is too fucking filfthy.
Yeah that's why
Nobody badder than my eye
Cause these glasses be on
You ain't badder than - I
Don't consider no competition the only option is winning
If I name drop, then why you be getting fucking offended
Unless you know the shit I spit is real shit and ey
Real shit make a nigga wanna kill shit ey
And that goes for anyone whose anybody
No friends nigga I be killin errbody
It's an alarm for the king, and I'm king kong in the ring
Your bitch in a thong telling me my dick too long singing the same ol' song
Jerkin em hersin em puttin some work in em
No record deal or studio but look I'm putting some hurt in em
Outro (Mad Pzo):
Yeah
And that's Mad Pzo bitch
