Earrings Off

[Intro] See, cute time is over I’m about to roll up my sleeves on these bitches I’m about to take my earrings off Don’t make me take my earrings off Throw my hair back real quick Throw my Chucks on Quit playing with these motherfuckers [Hook] I’m on some Kung Fu Hustle shit Scream lady with no muzzle shit Y’all don’t really wanna tussle with Brick City, we be on that Bumpy Knuckles shit Or had ‘em boys turn into some real duffle shit [Verse 1] Shanks and hammers, now wait for the cameras Waste a lone gangsta, don’t need no bandannas Rhyme hard but those darts even harder Y’all talking about murders, but all I see is martyrs One, three, go—watch me blow Right past these niggas and these knock-kneed hoes I ain’t really need for the small talk, y’all walk that a way Baby don’t cry, [?] See I don’t want to have to get indignant Hollywood to Miss Urban in a minute, Nicole Kidman No smidgen of upbringin’, fuck swingin’ Guns by the waist, I’mma punch ‘em in the face [Hook] [Verse 2] This vaseline-on-the-face type music This badda-bing-in-your-face type music Y’all don’t want it with them born-again hooligans Type of bitch that stab your ass with a [?] pen No metaphysical, more like mega-physical Too deep in this piece to let a typical Bum trick try to score one, I implore one A rain dance, but it won’t be a George one A rated-R, be a violence-and-gore one A Pharaohe-Monch-now-we-callin’-it-war one Get-trampled-before-they-get-out-the-door one Then I’m goin’ on a tour (One!) January, February, March, April, dag Some saying that I’m too hard, I think they just (Hey! Not supposed to say that word!) Too late—all these rappin’-ass faggots getting punched in the face [Hook] [Verse 3] I smell a rumble, welcome to the jungle Don’t be a smart-ass, cats be disgruntled Won’t be satisfied till one of us son you Russian mafia-style punk, do svidan-you Always been a little loud mouth foul mouth Third round, they already got the towel out I pow-wow with skateboarders and [?] Shits and giggles, all y’all do is take orders Huh! I play it under with abused bitches You only here for my amuse, bitches Give it your best shot, I take two of y’all You probably have better luck with a voodoo doll Look, not the hands, nope not the [?] Never get beatdowns ‘cept when I box with my mom You’re cool, I’m cool, hey chick, choose your fate We can have play dates or get punched in the face [Hook]