Gladiator Music

[Verse 1: Oh No] I'm a gladiator, I'll grab a hater like Al-Qaeda Pray to your savior, then meet thy maker I rain razors, stain pavement with brains Hangin like Wes Craven made it West favorite, flagrant, I'm foul The foul mouth faded, Cali wild style of sparrin Rip apart y'all like 300 Spartans and two arsons I move carcasses Y'all don't wanna start these architects Michelangelo, archangel to mark up your set Get set - go! From every angle I strangle your neck Disconnect your lungs from your chest That's takin your breath Then connect some rats where you rest, then piss on the steps Disrespectful, then eat with your bitch Shit is sick I infest Gangrene from the ditch, it's gutter water And there's nothin quite like this, we push 'em harder And I don't care if it's for honor or gettin farther An Osama martyr, partner, I slaughter harder than lava All ya [Hook] Now you don't want a war with us, we're glorious We remain victorious, there's more of us Yeah, I'm on my gladiator shit [Verse 2: The Alchemist] I'm a hell bringer, bell ringer, mud slinger Rapid muscle spasmer with gun finger I run rings around under-the-wingers and bum singers Hit 'em with dumb stingers Cavemen, club swingers and blood drinkers You know, Double G style displayed Got you ( ? ) and filet'd Gasoline bath, arsonic sprayed on your parade (Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all) Rappers are Ru Paul I'm Kool-Aid man comin through your fuckin wall I use a bone saw to cut your ears and your nose off Arms, legs, fingers and toes off Then drink promethazine and smoke a spliff over the body and doze off Scene of the crime, yellow tape roped off Burn doobies, my scalpel gets plenty usage On the chopping block, while I'm canoein through heavy sewage Gladiator style, Roman candles Animals, and helmets and sandals Poke holes through you panels and throw arrows [Hook] [Verse 3: Kool G Rap] You know the boy spit a kilo of 'caine, he insane Force the listener to get the whole picture in ten frames I flush the Mont Blanc, post the cocoa like Noah Ochoa, toast blowers that's nuts like granola Soldier, Red October with red hot toasters Rockin mittens up in the kitchen, they bread pie holders ( ? ), throwin boulders, blow your head out your Rover Heart cold as the polars I know Cali-side sign throwers and hit rollers That roll like Corollas Mommy, just wanna leave your panties slimy like Oprah Back-bend over, grippin the arm of the sofa Deal-closer, musclin weight, hustle a trade King of the same city Kurt Russell escaped Tuck in the eight, get stuck in a wake Like the face of the presidents in my residence that's stuffed in my safe Celebrate with a bucket of grapes, you fuckin with greats Cause ain't no time for bullshit, the discussion is cake Feel me