Wack M.C.'s

You wack MCs

This a dedication to you wack MCs

This is a dedication to you wack MCs

And you're history, huh

You wack MCs

This a dedication to you wack MCs

This is a dedication to you wack MCs

And you're history

What a jerk, you need to find rhymes that'll work

You need to desert the rhymin' field

You're a nerd, you're rhymin' yields and stops

My rhymin' shield deflects your puny rhymes

They're 'spect so do decline any challenge

Forfeit because your shit's unbearable, terrible

Sounds like you're sharin' flows with Treach

Let's come to grips, you's a drip

Arrogant son of a bitch, none of us is rich

This is my stitch in time, enrichin' minds

And twistin' backs with you're simplistic raps

I let a little bit of my lyrics leak and lather

At my mouth like a maddog and seek and gather

Your neck and bite, I just dissect the mic

And correct the tykes, so don't be sassy

You won't be lasting, chastising, that's why things

Swing in my favor, watch your behavior

I cannot stand a wack MC

Step back if you please, don't test me

You're history

I cannot stand a wack MC

Step back if you please and don't test me

You're history

(Wack MCs, your time is up)

(How many punks must I kill?)

(Wack MCs, your time is up)

(How many punks must I kill?)

(Wack MCs, your time is up)

(How many punks must I kill?)

(Wack MCs, your time is up)

(How many punks must I kill?)

I cannot stand a wack MC

So step back if you please and don't test me

You're history

I cannot stand a wack MC

So step back if you please and don't test me

You're history

You're jealous, overzealous, Del is spectacular

In fact, you are wack and far beyond dope, begone, nope

You gets no respect, I pose a threat

'Cause you're wack and weak, in fact you tried to freak

"Groove Me," it was used before

You need to choose a more appealing sample

I seal and stamp fools like mail

You're quite stale, you might fail and I know

You're paranoid, beware, avoid

Funky Homosapien

Monkeys I will make of men

Take 'em into custody, your style is rusty

Plus, we hate R&B 'cause that shit is sorry

That shit's for saps, just admit your raps

Don't cut the mustard, don't get flustered

'Cause you're skill is null and void

And your skull is void, empty

Senseless, defenseless, I rinse this plague away

With typhoons and you die soon

Why swoon when you hear a ballad?

Is what I tell a broad 'cause L a fraud, he ain't hella hard

I used to look up, now I wanna cook up

Your brain like bass and maintain your space

'Cause I don't care

I cannot stand a wack MC

Step back if you please and don't test me

You're history

I cannot stand a wack MC

Step back if you please, don't test me

You're history

(Wack MCs, your time is up)

(How many punks must I kill?)

(Wack MCs, your time is up)

(How many punks must I kill?)

(Wack MCs, your time is up)

(How many punks must I kill?)

(Wack MCs, your time is up)

(How many punks must I kill?)

(Wack MCs, your time is up)

(Tell MCs to get lost when I get pissed off)

(Wack MCs, your time is up)

(Tell MCs to get lost when I get pissed off)

(Wack MCs, your time is up)

(Tell MCs to get lost when I get pissed off)

(Wack MCs, your time is up)

(How many punks must I kill?)

(Wack MCs, your time is up)

(How many punks must I kill?)