Bury Em In My Back Yard - Live

[Verse]: I'm the antidote to manic folks I speak to 'em through this vocal box like an old man with a can to throat Your squad is sweeter than the banana float and your man is dope As a book of notes filled with MC Hammer quotes I dam your mote Cut ya like cantaloupe, it's Lost Cauze I'm hard like gettin' a black man to vote MC's get shook up and popped like a can of Coke When I paint pictures the fire is such that the canvas chokes In broken English you can a cope I pass the mic, MC's wanna wash they hands in soap No Dial or sess can remove the bile from your flesh That I spew with you, just cause you tried to test My soul purpose, MC's is so worthless They got no bars like a celly with no service I murk shit, doctors, nurses, coffins, hearses Swim in mud shirtless, still come out dirtless Trife and sick, ice ya clique Kill ya dogs, bury 'em in my backyard like Michael Vick Watch your back son This with a track son It's Lost Cauze and I be the one to smack son You better know I come with the illest traction And fucked up more little white children than Michael Jackson