Battle Axe

[Verse One] [Journalist 103]: My spoken word is fascinatin' the most It's a Holiday when I rap so just call me the Ghost I'm the Gentleman side of the Gangsta for really I'm a peaceful dude that's why I carry a nine milli Don't be silly son I'll embarrass your squadron My words are heat seekin', lockin' on movin' targets I rips on the daily I'll make you look more of a bigger fool than Benzino battlin' Slim Shady I'm the mixture of Biggie, Malcolm and Makaveli Shuttin' down shows By Any Means Necessary Warnin' all guys, deserve visually rides On whoever or where ever wackness resides Go with the side and make it a wise choice Before I do you like D.O.C. and leave you without a voice Rip out your larynx, Adam's apple and all You gon' need a voice box to attempt to get your point across [Verse Two] [Mu]: You sassafras ass fags done got gassed Ran upon the wrong two niggas and got masked Yo, I keep that battle axe swingin' Tell whoever signed you, resign Cause I ain't leavin' nothin' alive to be signed The sickest nigga you got in your clique, he's mine Bring paramedics and anesthetics or he's dyin' Don't stop, you drop in from the cop keep firin' Black band over that bag so keep drivin' Look Al Qaeda, this is Somalian street pirates Tell the pres we ain't terrorists, we tyrants I do this all the time, you barely a hype man Who the fuck you think you're scarin', wearin' them tight pants Your life span just might end in my hands This a black dance and you don't fit, white man See I stand ready for action, no mask Just a .44 Magnum chrome ratchet No plastic, one blast and that's it, closed casket You just witnessed your own funeral, broke bastard Classic