Beat Jackin' 2011

[Hook 1: Julius Luciano] Now this is that Horseshoe shit You fuckin' with us? Of course you is If you not, that's unfortunate We'll take your shine and that whore you with (x2) [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] Okay, I'm ahead of my time, I'm passed my clock Sorta like a spastic, I spazzed a lot Got a short fuse, in fact it's too short Like my nigga from Oakland or the lifespan of Pac Talk shit, get up in your fight stance to box But I don't fight lames, tell Dice pass the Glock Right past your block, clap clap Then I'm in a hotel, yeah I'm at the Hyatt alot High at the top floor with a whore I stand Ciroc, I smash the twat, so I'm asked to stop or She climax, put a few flicks in my iPad to watch I got it locked, we a different creed No rock band, but my band'll rock Y'all don't know what to do, say you untouchable Okay nigga, but your wife ass is not Yeah, my swag is winter meanin' the temperature is that of December Cold, I'm finna expose faggot pretenders You marvel at my crew, power call us Avengers I battle anybody no matter the gender I'll serve the chick then I'm happy to bend her Don't clash with me, I got an axe to swing at your family tree, then I'm shoutin' out timber You all might wanna ease on back, you stealin' my fresh, I'mma repo that Yeah I'm in the building and my flow is concrete meanin' too hard to sleep on that Understand I'm a nigga from the slums, walk to the beat of a different set of drums Y'all splittin' when I come, I'm like Obama gettin' elected, I make niggas wanna run [Hook 1: Julius Luciano] (x2) [Hook 2: 50 Cent sample] If niggas so hot, why they ain't got what I got? (x3) You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do [Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] I'm sellin' sentences, I syllable slang when rhymin' Silly willy, I should be in an insane asylum My favorite sort of entertainment is mainly violence Blaze the iron, they gon' chill in the Cayman Island A crazy tyrant, dismanglin' lames that's flyin' off at the mouth I should be caged, but can't tame this lion Yeah, since I exceed the expectations, the rest hatin' mumblin' under your breath, save it When techs waitin', it's game over, checkmate bitch Expect to see blood when I shoot, I'm West cravin' And once my chrome blast, I'll take a rag and get rid of prints Like when the artist was formerly known as Y'all niggas is flammable, y'all so gas Y'all flow is a waste, y'all a waste, y'all so trash I have your bitch on her knees like she tryin' to beg At full throttle, have her gobblin' my bottom head You got a problem nigga, holler, you gon' swallow lead Take multiple shots as if you got a hollow leg [Hook 2: 50 Cent Sample] [Hook 3: Demetrius Capone] I just don't give a fuck, I just don't give a motherfuck This C.O.B [Verse 3: Demetrius Capone] Take a photo of me fuckin' your bitch, picture me givin' a fuck My dick literally lives in her guts, now she in love I think my dick's a gift and a cuss word She came first like she was risen from the Genesis dust You broke niggas live on a bus I talk down to you niggas and you listenin' up My flow is why you need to piss in a cup If the fuzz kicked in the front do', my flow is the shit you should flush I'm cold as hell, hell I'm even colder Because I'm cold as hell, el nino pneumonia You'll be cold as hell, when hell freezes over You know what, I'm LB's Deebo, I told ya We might tag team your family reunion Me and a bad piece that look like Gabrielle Union Blaow, blaow, blaow, leave your family in ruins But if the bitch gets shot, I'll bag me a new one [Hook 3: Demetrius Capone] [Hook 4: Kenny] Nigga, nigga this is COB bitch (x5) [Verse 4: Kenny] Yeah, I switchblade a pricks ribcage You lower than weak, I'mma call you 6 days When it comes to Macs, we got more 11's than 6th grade You a female housekeeper, bitch made The one prick's is unfit to run with My stomach's still rumblin' but I munch cliques by the hundreds With chicks, I don't discriminate one bit In fact, I'm currently fuckin' a 6 point 6 sextillion ton bitch I'm in these streets so much, they swear that I'm homeless Beware of the omen, barin' my soul and scarin' opponents Your career is temporary like every emotion Name your favorite rapper, I bet that they're in my colon You might catch me one day in a Flying Spur while I'm rollin' Then in another car the next day, that was just the spur of the moment Bet your life when I let off, the .44 ends it For instance, leave you stiff for forensics You claim you got it but you ain't got shit (stop it) We quarterbacks, we go off in pockets (drop it) Niggas can't (stop it), niggas only (pop shit) Niggas never (pop shit), but nigga this is COB bitch