The L-C ft BIG & eminem - dead w...

Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke

Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke

Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer

The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers

Hail Mary full of grace, smack the bitch in the face

Take her Gucci bag and the North Face

Off her back, jab her if she act (uh huh)

Funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken honey

I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper

The Visa, capisce-ha? (yeah) I'm out like, "The Vapors"

Who's the one you call Mr. Macho? The head honcho

Swift fist like Camacho, I got so

Much style I should be down with the Stylistics

Make up to break up, niggas need to wake up

Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure

Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia

She don't remember shit, just the two hits

Her hittin' the floor, and me hittin' the clit'

Suckin' on the tits, had the hooker beggin' for the dick

And your moms ain't ugly love, my dick got rock quick

I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown

I was "Humpin' Around" and "Jump-in' Around"

Jacked her then I asked her who's the man, she said, "B-I-G"

Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)

 

There's several different levels to Devil worshippin'

Horse's heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism

Animals, havin' sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits

But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit, I just

Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh

And I never eat you unless the fuckin', meat looks fresh

I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a 9 in my pocket

And baby I'm just, dyin' to cock him

He's ready for war, I'm ready for war

I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw (ooh)

My Uzi's heavy as yours, yeah you met me before

I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before

Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor

With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall

Red on the ceilin', red on the floor, get a new whore

Met on the second, wed on the third

Then she's dead on the fourth, I'm dead wrong

 

Lemme explain why they call me the L-C (the lyrical cannibal)

My lyrics are magical, then when you unleash the beast

I set the world on fire, i have unlimited potential

Trapped between 2 sides, lil fun on the joy rides

Then i pop my glock, you'll never see a mother fuckin' G like me SEE

Cause' I'm always being lazy, feeling so mofo' blazey

Always smoking on my super lemon mother fuckin' hazey

It's gon' be a massacre, smoking bud relaxing in you're blood

I'm a killing machine, roll it, smoke it, now pass me more green

Sit back, defend, jab, duck under, left hook, sparked out mate

Now I'm on the attack, gazin' at her rack, feeling like I'm having a mother fuckin' heart attack

Doing a magical mother fuckin' lyrical rope-a-dope, giving pussy rappers the opportunity to choke

Love is the antidote, make a note, greatness I'll quote

Blood on you're coat, my pain placed me on top of the food chain

Now I'm hungry, dripping bloody slather, I'll have no mercy even if you beg

I smell a lil bit of shit, some piss dribbling down you're mother fuckin' leg

Yeah I'm a lyrical animal, call me a mother fuckin' cannibal

 

The weak or the strong

who got it goin' on? (who got it goin' on?)

You're dead wrong

The weak or the strong

Who got it goin' on? (come on, who got it goin' on?)

You're dead wrong

 

There's several different levels to Devil worshippin'

Horse's heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism

Animals, havin' sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits

But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit, I just

Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh

And I never eat you unless the fuckin', meat looks fresh

I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a 9 in my pocket

And baby I'm just, dyin' to cock him

He's ready for war, I'm ready for war

I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw (ooh)

My Uzi's heavy as yours, yeah you met me before

I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before

Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor

With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall

Red on the ceilin', red on the floor, get a new whore

Met on the second, wed on the third

Then she's dead on the fourth, I'm dead wrong

 

When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard

Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted

Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, uh

Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it

Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC

G's disrespect me, my potency is deadly

I'm shootin' babies, no ifs ands or maybes

Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy

Slit the wrist of little sis

After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick

Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back

But Smalls don't get down like that

Found your father hidin' in a room, fucked him with the broom

Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound

Who you think you're dealin' with?

Anybody step into my path is fuckin' feelin' it

Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy

Stab you 'til you're gushy, so please don't push me

I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen

The black demon, got the little hookers screamin' (woo)

Because you know I love it young, fresh and green

With no hair in between, know what I mean?

 

There's nightmares & dreams, then there's somebody like me

Rip open you're chest, slash you the fuck up, throw you in a sewer

Chop you up for capitalism, slam you in a cage, just to save you from my mother fuckin' rage

Does it feel like prison?, I'm gon' leave a trail of lyrical destruction

Make this a scary movie, you're final destination, I'm no longer gon' fight the temptation

I'll eat you for dinner, sick of bein' a loser, learning to become a mother fuckin' winner

Snakes on a plane?, fuck this, flip me and im'a go completely insane

I'm sick of bein' in pain, aiming for the street fame, you fake ass rappers are lane

Don't choke, spark a blunt, smack a sick fuck of a cunt, give the demonic freaks a massive kick in the dick

Take another note, witness a G so don't provoke, I'm more Jesus than any pop, no mother fucker can handle this mother fuckin' smoke

Locked in my room, nothin' to do, a lil bit of the boom boom

Touching my dick, getting turned on, listening to some motivational music

I'll fuckin' lose it, don't flip my shit, you'll have a mother fuckin' flap attack, nah you don't want none of this

My arms held high, like a champion, fuck giving up, I'll just have a wank, spunk over every bitch yank

Nobody untouchable, nothin' is impossible, on top of the world, feeling so fuckin' unstoppable

I'm on another level, if you wanna keep up, all i can say is i wish zero luck to you

That's how we do it on our side, west side, yeah you heard me clearly, smack you the fuck up

Juicy like wet pussy, guaranteed you're tasty, so lemme see, on my knee, kissing me, suckin' my mother fuckin' dick like a professional baby

Please will you touch me, rub me the right way, i want you're hands all over my body

Yeah i suppose you're right, my lyrics put you on death row, hahaha, fuck all y'all, "YYYOOOUUU KNNNOOOWWW...!!!"

 

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (you're dead wrong)

You're dead wrong (yo Big, you're dead wrong)

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy)

You're dead wrong

The weak or the strong

who got it goin' on? (who got it goin' on?)

You're dead wrong

The weak or the strong

Who got it goin' on? (come on, who got it goin' on?)

You're dead wrong

You're dead wrong