Snatch Your Girlfriend (feat. Bru Lei)

Live and direct from Sacramento Stab them with a pencil after macking on a bimbo Kidnap them in a limo Blast the instrumental without cracking a window Puff the whole bag yeah we never leave a little left over With the west coast doja Make magic on the mic after packing up the pipe See beyond black and white Put up your flag don't want to fight I been shooting craps my life and luck number seven You must be going to heaven or hell Die Look man I ain't got time to write rhymes Super motherfucking Bru is only here to fight crimes And don't wear a cape to paint a mask on my face If this my theme music Mr. Dent add the bass Can of mace on the keychain flashlight on the belt You know how many bad guys these knuckles felt I shove a mic down your throat and use the cord as a lasso The next villain on my shitlist be MC Asshole The castle's the capital aka crack your clavicle Snatch your soul I'm nasty like Tobasco flavored tobacco Shake the keg break your leg while you fake dead I'll blaze with dreds bake your head then I'll take your bread Your chain was read then I stole your gold and platinums Spitting's a nasty habit but with the mack you blasting You know what happens to the bullets I'm so fast I catch them Throw them back at you bastards Your back'll be like Baptists So holy catch a blow to your goatee like a goalie No one knows me so I approach a mic slowly I'm not on some okie dokie I'm known to light the stogie Low key I know these dudes who bruise bodies Instead of poetry use shottys to move parties like that Spitball like Everybody in this motherfucker will get touched For this mic to get clutched we can't lie it's a must A gust of wind we send your world ends It's a fact we only rap to snatch your girlfriends Back over bad actors with a fat tractor like What's the matter Meat hacker bush-wacker wiley cracker wascally wabbit Bad habit leave my sugar out the daiquiri Real name is Zachary Oldest in the family Pity the poor punk that has to play after me That's how it has to be Girls make a pass at me Sometimes tit sounds sweet sometimes they asking me nastily Hastily waste a G softer than pastry Competitors still don't know quite what to make of me Take pees in public Loving life fuck it I'm having fun until I fucking kick the bucket If you got a bill tuck it in my pants because I'm dancing Never pay for sex I'm freelancing De-pantsing dames got to slow down slick Forgot the foreplay Fuck Tenzig Norgay Tossing back a forty Spooning in the sorbet Always eating gourmet Shouting at a shorty Straight shitting on kitten emcees Getting emcees like gremlins Slitting emcees gutting emcees they trembling Emcees bitten by me become bitches Close come off hoes like my shows without hitches Fuck riches I got a collarbone collection Single of the month in fucking Hip Hop Connection Racket Mag Maximum Ink I make you think Rap's on his way home he just stopped off for a drink Chopped off your fingers cooked up them up like sausage links Leave you speechless now you can only communicate with blinks Everybody in this motherfucker will get touched For this mic to get clutched we can't lie it's a must A gust of wind we send your world ends It's a fact we only rap to snatch your girlfriends