Lyrical Gangbang

[Intro] This should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential area [Verse 1: The Lady of Rage] Now I'mma kick up dust, as I begin to bust On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't trust When I kick up, I lick up, your face get smacked up When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up Or get slapped with the swiftness If you think you're swift with the gift Merry Christmas Now stuff that in your stockin' I'm knockin' em out the box 'n' Knocking em out their socks 'n', cause Robin is rockin' Breaking em down to the -- slab Taking em down on their -- ass Now what you wanna do, ya wanna battle, uh? Send you up shit creek without a motherfucking paddle Rattle -- that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin' more than a grain Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level' You think you got pull? Then pull it, uh! I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet Then bite the dust and wipe the fuss Do what I must, and what I must - is bust The bubble, or two some trouble, for you So skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin' through {*cut n scratch* "Some cool shit" 2X*} {*"Boo-yaa! Spittin' out buckshots" -> B-Real*} [Verse 2: Kurupt] I fears no one, I makes 'em cool off like a polar cat Lynching, as a hit, misses the roll of dice Pushing packs to make a profit Diggy dope duck on the topic so stop and gimme my props, kid I'm livin' large like a fat bitch So get back, bitch, I'm hard to bogart, for the faggots This young black kid, a mercenary, merciless Murderin' millions of niggas so who's first to diss They say I'm bad so you'll find none worse than this Chewing motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss Put to sleep, loving the lyrics I leave in the minds of each Rough when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental piece So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas You're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass nigga Then watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga You wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga I make em stagger, I'm scandalous as Jimmy Swaggart I'm a good tracker, scoping your girl then watch me tag her Pulling steel like a stunt Shown like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so Here to torment I put track on crack And I'm strapped with a semi-tone mili-ten Mac Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off, chief Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th {"A to the motherfuckin' K"} [Verse 3: RBX] Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap But now in ninety-two, niggas they pull their strap Cause umm, police them come wicked and them shoot Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot, execute. Boot-stomping Black soldier, here to teach and mold ya The innovator, dominater, narra-rator R-B to the motherfuckin' X -- flex wicked Styley Lee, bump and be found and do bleed by a Maniac, with a gat See nowadays niggas is like that I pull my trigger back, the bullets go BO! BO! BO! Now I'm on Death Row Fuck it, niggas going wild Every night they shoot, it's like Beirut Maybe you should get a Kevlar vest for your chest Anytime steppin' through my hood But that'll do you no good One slug to your face, don't hate You're gettin' smoked like wood Nasty nigga bloody pumps face flat On the concrete, here comes the white sheet Mr. Coroner, caught with some yellow tape But, the murderers escape Audi like 5 G's Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang