Trunk Shake

[Intro: aHs] Yeah Uh O-Omega Man The Great and Powerful The Great and Powerful Uh, uh The Great and Powerful [Verse 1: aHs] I hear these rappers want to know if my flow is cold (Yup) I'll rip your whole skull out through your nose hole Kill each one of my foes slow My lyric headlock will turn in to a choke-hold When I poke holes in the throats of these rap bozos Going nuts every time I hear these fools rhyme I'm Tim Taylor with the tech, yelling "Tool Time" I'm just a mild-mannered, maniacal man with mechanical hands Connected to these animal glands I pen long songs, ill as Kim Jong buried in thongs And stay spacey as Niel Armstrong I spit philosophy just to reveal y'all wrong And keep chopping at your shoulder until your real arm is gone Time's a wasting, I don't care about your occupation I make you use your life faster than your concentration AHs and Romy Bizz and that's a killer combination If you asking who's the best, we came to kill the conversation [Hook: aHs] You might get hemmed up and duct taped The beats go bang and they make the trunk shake Like boom, boom, you hear that? Boom Hands up when I step in the room If you a dime or a chick with a mut face The beats go bang and they make the trunk shake Like boom, boom, you hear that? Boom Hands up when I step in the room [Verse 2: Romy Bizz] So intellectual, better respect the young bull I shit on fools, lose? I refuse Short fuse, I'm about to blow up, somebody call the news On my P's and Q's, know my don'ts and do's I don't confuse them, abuse them beats Homey, whenever I speak, bars are sweet I ain't even in my peak, I just keep on keeping on So keep on sleeping on me, ex broad creeping on me Trying to find out who the kid got sleeping on me Days pass fast, right, I feel like this a past life Probably because the nigga started living in the fast life Homey, you an asswipe, all up in my ass, right? Trying to get my cash right, more cheese, more mice Or should I say rats? My raps spark imagination Sharper than an axe flow, leave you with some lacerations Romy Bizz and the almighty aHs Dropping bars that drop jaws and broads dropping they draws, Yeah [Hook: aHs] [Verse 3: aHs] See, with the homey Romy we rolly-polly over these phony cronies With no canoles that want to try to know me We Dopealicious like Spottie Ottie, and I been Okie-dokie on the mic Since these cats were learning their hokey pokey Since I was floating in my mom's fallopian tube I been a dude as dangerous as any opium feud Surviving versus me a testimony ensues Because I've never lost against someone as phony as you Steel City, Rip City, Art of Fact Entertainment You might just catch a massive heart attack from this arrangement With Monstar Era we the spirit of the ancients You can never hope to stop it and barely hope to contain it Put you under the pavement, made them slip away You should have fed these starving artists for just eighty cents a day But maybe this array of lyrics that we ricochet Will teach you that we'll come to get you if you ever disobey [Hook: aHs]