Buena Vista (feat. Copywrite)

I do my thug thizzel, whip you with the snub pistol Don't let the door knob split you, or the rug hit you I was with you, then I disappeared and time traveled Get your beer and rhyme battle, this the year my nine clap you The bing bong bing, I sling dong to Ming Long's queen Got King Kong's ding dong, plus my game of ping pongs mean Your problem is you're playing chess with the debated best Soon see, you playing Bruce Lee in The Game of Death I aim to kill your brains f'real with the stainless steel Came to maim and stain ya, bang and drain ya, make ya pain and spill My triggers click on the biggest clique, it chips and then boom I am and I also got the biggest dick in the room Get a grip of your spoon and take a hit of yellow crack I pawned your VCR bitch, you'll never get it back She's daring me to drive, giving me road head when I'm staring at the sky Bangs in her face, but her hair ain't in her eyes It's kinda tough to spit a quality rap Without everyone assuming that you wanna be black But honestly that's sshhhhit, not even a big deal Half these cats is in it just to toy around like kids meals I've been real since the days of Baskin Robbins Making anything I wanted in the back and laughing often Shit, thems was the days, but now look at me Went from thinking I was musical to sitting in a cubicle But oh well, yo, c'est la vie It ain't my problem that your girl looks like The Great Khali Pass the bacon even though it's haram I'll rub an Arab pilot's belly just to show it's a bomb So me and Copy with the one-two punch Barely trying but we do this shit to run through chumps Better hurry when you smell the curry, running up in my block Point game, let me put these rappers in a pine box