Letha Brainz Blo

[Hook] Let the madness begin nigga, let it begin Let the madness begin and let the brains blow if you grin Let it begin let it begin Let the madness begin and let the brains blow if you grin [Verse 1: Rock, Ruck] A-yo run for your guns me and son coming through Rock Ruck you and you crew fuck the boys in blue This be BuckTown around these grounds they don't roam Cause we send 'em home with crazy slugs in they dome Blown out the frame by the Rock, Mr. Flipster Shit's Heltah Skeltah, where's the Inflixter Right by your side with my eyes on the posse I see duke in red he said he wanna drop me Plus he claim he can burn me up in rap shit Shit take it to his grill ask the punk what he feel Two to his cheek cause he weak so's his jaw Nigga played hisself fronting like he hard to the core More I hear pussy talk more I want flip See I got enough slugs for your mom in my clip Strip to your drawers run your dough and your jewels Tool's cocked it ain't April 1st but I'm breaking fool Warn punk niggas test Rock it's like touching live wire Catch a shock to your knot From a Glock that I pop, you don't want it with the Rock Better duck dumb fucks you're out of luck You got caught by the Ruck First of all, niggas don't know jack, my flow's fat So fat, my gat splat at niggas who claim that my shit's wack You don't know I thought you knew it Too late bitch you blew it Now I'mma bang your shit up like I was Lennox Lewis One, two, three four five Six seven eight niggas, oh shit where's my nine Mil I drill fine skills into your mental Block I hit your temple hot become gentle not You must mistake me for a sucker type of motherfucker Might lose his life, cause I'm trife in the night [Hook] [Verse 2: Ruck] What's the deal nigga? Set it off in the dark I spark marks when the big Ruck flips the Ark The raw rapper jaw tapper Ruckus kick it wicked Keep it real my clique roll thick like Hasidics Plus, I be there like Jackson, breaking your backs and Asking who want more, that's when my gat spin So chump chill 'fore my pump kill You wanna ill still Ruck knock out your front grill The lyrical whatever, cause whatever is lyrical I bring forth, thoughts beyond those of physical Raps get deep when I mack with my peeps You yapping 'bout beef you'll get clapped in the streets bitch This nigga Ruck is fucking crazier than ten niggas I send niggas to hell, full of my rhymes and then I bend niggas So what? Pussy bring it on Word is bond, Sean got songs that's mad strong [Hook] [Verse 3: Rock] Listen, another nigga bluffing Punk fuck discussion, when you see me get to snuffing You're sweet as muffins, that mom dukes bake I break Yeah my Timberlands make everything from your head to your North Lake ache So take your monkey ass to the rear Toe to toe or blow for blow we can square Yeah my brass knuckles make your knees buckle What duke I lay more niggas flat out on they back than a slug do Who knows what you seem to be, I didn't gas you But you can keep it moving 'fore I beat your gassed ass You punk bastard, you could get the gat quick Or your ass kicked, that dry shit your lips spit, get the Chapstik Or a fat dick and that's it Heltah Skeltah, letting the brains blow and that's if we [Hook]