Death Blow

To the break of dawn, to the break of dawn

To the, to the, to the

Time's up, punk

Yeah, yeah, time to settle the score

To Da Break of Dawn, another dumb move

This time it's over, boy

This is me and you, head to head, let's go

Here we go, beat down, round two

Heads up, punk, 'cause it all comes down to

Me and you, face to face, head to head

Mic to mic, I like the weak shit you said (To Da Break of Dawn)

Beats, nitro, lyrics, weak, say goodnight yo

"Star Trek shades," man, cut the jokes

Let's get serious and go for broke

You still got a lock on my jock like a pit bull

Victor, before you pull it off, you thought Mr. Pitiful

Here's some mouthwash, G

Your mouth smells like my jockstrap, C-A-U-S-E you're riding me

T-O-D-D, junior Moe Dee

Stop biting, chewing, swallowing

Who in the hell told you that you could do what you was doing?

Raise up, son, I need jock relief

Here's toothpick, now get my jock out your teeth

You swallow it? (Yeah) Finished? (Burp)

Now let a real man go to work

'Cause I'm a whip you like your daddy, beat ya like a baby

Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics with rabies

Cut ya like a knife 'cause you're nothing but hype

You slice and dice and ice twist for life

I'm a treat ya like hooker, punk, change your clothes

Put you on the streets with ya jingling hoes

Keep talking about me and I'll keep pimping

Just bring me that money and take this last whipping

How can one man be so dumb?

You're trying to come off and don't know how to come

You're young and dumb and quick at the tongue

You high strung bum, come and get done

I'll do you with a death blow

(Kill 'em, kill 'em)

(Kill 'em, kill 'em)

I'll hit ya with a death blow

(Kill 'em, kill 'em)

(Kill 'em, kill 'em)

My lyrical beat down will leave ya in a coma

'Cause you can't hang without a high school diploma

Your brain of fatigue, you're out of your league

You're running out of gas and you're tank is on E

Somebody buy him a heart, 'cause he's petro

Take you're whipping like a man, brother, let go

No apologies, tears or violins

Get your black suits 'cause I ain't smiling

I'm shooting the gift of gab, brother, you're ripped in half

Soon as the mic is passed, you won't live to laugh

If there's laughter, I'll get the last one

You loafed on the lyrics and you caught a bad one

So who's got no style? Look at your profile

You can't dance, can't dress and you're so foul

Still wearing played out four finger rings

Played out fat gold chains and things

You changed your look, now change your game plan

Trying to dress but  you still wear name brand

Brother, you look crazy weak

And it gets worse when we hear you speak

So ain't got a chance in hell

You'll be known as the late LL

The man who lost one, one too often

Came with a soft one, and went to his coffin

A close casket, they won't show ya

When I finish, your mama won't know ya

'Cause I'ma rip you limb from limb

You tombstone read, "He had no win"

So R-I-P, rest in peace, ripped 'em

D-I-D, dead indeed, did 'em

And H-I-T, hitman (So, what ya hit him with?)

A rhyme silencer, I hit him with a death blow

(Kill 'em, kill 'em)

(Kill 'em, kill 'em)

I'll hit ya with a death blow

(Kill 'em, kill 'em)

(Kill 'em, kill 'em)

If mama said knock me out, come do it

You can't win and that, knew it

I'm a send you home in a body bag

With the mic in your throat and a jock for a gag

You're out of here, over, finished, all in

And Marly Marl can't save you from fallin'

'Cause as soon as came back, what did you do?

(To the break of dawn) Another dumb move

You can't go hard, you're just so-so Todd (I'm that type of guy)

Oh, my god, it's gets no rougher, comes no weaker

Marley hooked the beats so now you need a

Writer to bring you back from hell

Because I'm a (Rock up) L

Low life loser, life like luna, lackadaisical, listless luna

Tic liver lifeless, living likeness

Lusting, longing, lyrics likeness

Little league, lard larcenist liar, label ledger, left the leper liar

Bull, lull, lateral learning, laps, languid, latent lurking

Languish, language, local logo, light, laboring, limited, loco

Now LL's a laughing stock

'Cause I lit the ass to the last stop

I watched you fall like Hitler fell

And now you're down to a broken L

Your records ain't hot and your shows don't sell

Yo, tell 'em how you fell, L (Hard as hell)

You came back and you thought you had me

But think about it, who's your daddy?

(Kill 'em, kill 'em)

(Make you say, "Daddy, I don't want none")

(Kill 'em, kill 'em)

(Make you say, "Daddy")

I'll hit 'em with a death blow

(Kill 'em, kill 'em)

(Make you say, "Daddy, I don't want")

(Kill 'em, kill 'em)

(Make you say, "Daddy, I don't want none")

To the break of dawn, to the break of dawn

To the, to the, to the

Get him outta here