Battering Bars (feat. Pumpkin Head)

Nah mean This is great, having fun Ha ha, yeah, P! What you say nigga? Fuck outta here Listen, P! It go, beast mode, I live by the street code I beat foes the fuck up when the heat blows Don't talk crazy on cell phones Workers get ten off a buck like hell no Hell yeah! I am that dude Went bald, sell drugs, rapper with an attitude Punch niggas through pizza shop windows Red devil dust mixed with a little indo Sean P, call me Kimbo On drugs paranoid, who's lookin through my window My nerves bad English class failure, nigga my words bad You herbs had your chance, it's my time Serial killer theme music is my rhyme In my prime, I'm a primate Ape nigga when the 8 hit ya, that's my 9 The fuck outta here Yeah, battering bars, pa what's the matter with y'all Simian twins, me and my friend shatter your squad This is that trunk pop music, make you pull the ratchet out Blood fire heat you up, then pull a casket out I'm who you should ask about I'll body any rapper, and get my paper back like Random House Put your Henny up, and burn them trees down Butcha laid the beat down, I'm like a beast now You should not speak now, zip your lips God Matter fact, log on to Shhhh Zip-It.com My watch Flud, shirt Lo, kicks Nike Air You'll never catch me in tight gear with spiked hair Timb's standard issue, the pimp hand'll hit you So hard it'll feel like a camel kicked you I get ends and set trends Roll with smokers that keep Bud on the side, like Rudy's best friend Niggas talk crazy, like they just popped an ox Come at me and Sean P like that, you'll get popped and oxed