Give It Up

[Verse one] See I was born in a zephyr, bitch West wind terrorist Archangel, left wing clipped off by the seraphims Right wing sickened when the lightning struck it So I flew against the sun until it lightened me from it I'm unlikely to covet what you hype from your gullet I'm more the type to re-dub it Yours is trifling rubbish So under this game my name should have a hyphen above it When I break, push its hymen all the way to its stomach Insane hard drive as if the AKA's Lacey And the track was [?] And the rap is a magnum Or the rap is a handgun and the track is Thelma The AKA is Louise and then I'm back with [?] Gatling spitter, eat you cats for dinner Like I'm Jean Yun-fat Cooking rice in the back Still, uh, deciphering that? Killer, a Ku Klux blue blood Filling their wardrobes until their shoes flood with loose guts Ruthless as those people DeVito was with You sluts take it off, I've been dressed ever since Blessing this canvas better than priests in a sketching class Sipping on holy water, dipping in watercolors Gracious Grae, thicker than Tom Selleck's facial hair Wait there, Jean'll remake you like Cape Fear I'll take a cream pie and rub it 'til your face smeared My sense of humour's intense, the cure would be death But I'm the sixth sense so, death isn't sure yet (Hey! Don't give 'em no more!) What you stopping me for? (These niggas ain't ready for Greasy just to lay down the law for sure!) [Hook]{x2} I run through your hood with my middle finger up I'm that good, that sure Nigga, yeah, what? I'm that ill, that girl, man, give it up (She's bad, she's bad, she's bad, she's bad)