I'm Just That Bad

[Scratch Hook] "When it comes to skill, you know what's up" - Lord Finesse "Come real with it, cause I'm just that bad" - Gang Starr 'Gotta Get Over (Taking Loot)' [Verse One] If you got the balls do me Fasten cars to me, punchlines are so puny Since y'all knew me, I been deep like Paul Mooney I might show up so get a hearse Ain't no nigga worse, stab me when I kick a verse, mic's blow up Like a nuclear blast, you see a flash that melt ya Fallout shelter can't help ya ass I still Flow the same, put a pro to shame Lyrics blow your brain need Novacane when I build You rewind tapes cause ever line's great I outshine fakes till my mind stays up like the crime rate Rappers today bite and pray nights Wishing that they bright or say hype rhymes their mind's assaulted mics Anonymous Rappers be trying to fuss, "He's outshining us." Rhymes I bust, have you laid up like patients who take on a bus [Scratch Hook] [Verse Two] I'm a sweet lover But don't sleep brother When I creep motherfuckers take deep cover, with each other I bury men My flow have to bury with vocabulary so no adversary win Will's telling me, for real, fellas be still jealing me Cutie's making booty calls like Bill Bellamy Hoes are hot Foes are shot down, but the flows I got Clubs close a lot, cause I blows the spot Fucking threat ya heard nothing yet No need for bucking tec's for rappers to duck and fret or up and jet Bustas and marks are first to die when I spark the verse Park a hearse for those that started with Perc- -ee P, he be burning dicks like V.D Only way you can see me is on T.V Legs are spread like newlyweds in sheds I dead what's said Since putting heads to bed then fled from FEDS Yo' hoe ass got a vendetta cause I always been better A trendsetter, fans send letters to me instead of yo' ass [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three] I came down to shame clowns kicking my same sound I'mma reign now, if y'all ain't fix, split a James Brown I'm the poet who's rhyme was quoted Lines are loaded, shine then coated befo' they flowin' Showing signs I wrote it I outta auction these, style cost some G's Challenger's eyes make tears like the Force MD's Percee P that's me I gets nasty Rugged, flashy, pass me the mic it's your ass G What I make wreck's tape decks At my apex packing latex for safe sex From chickens tricking pay checks Killing ya Filling ya with rhymes similar to bullets in the cylinder of a Dillinger Spilling your brains out I'll blast ya later You're reading essay's on me the next day like JFK's assassinator Nobody Ever went to represent it's evident why you hesitant Cause I'll take every cent and your hottie [Scratch Hook]