Ced-G, Tim-Dog (Lab Free Style)

[Tim Dog] Ah shit, well I'll be God damned The life that I live is not of mortal man Pursuing my righteous, hype just, might just get Another chance to uphold my lightning Peace, not at the least I'll crush a motherfucker that gives me beef I'm the hardcore master, one that has to Cruise right past ya remain disaster So step - what the fuck you got beef for You fucking with me for, a kid on a see-saw The man in hand that sass the clan the motherland So what's your damn problem man? Comprehend and then, if you still pretend That your rhymes will win, I will fuck your girlfriend Again, and again and again, and again And when the pussy is sore, I will fuck her again In the back door, in other words her black ass I send her home for sex ed class She ain't shit, she can't even fuck She had the nerve to not even suck My dick, yeah she's gotta be sick I threw her out my house real quick I'm a bitch molester, an Uncle Fester The one to lust for, caress and test-a So I suggest-a, when you address To grab a titty palm her ass, cause I done left her Forget her, cause Tim Dog is large Dog's a motherfuckin Benz garage I'm a Porsche Audi, like John Gotti I like to party but what's up with the body I'm a sex fiend, won't jerk off or masturbate As long as pussy I hear, I'm straight I'ma fuck and fuck, and fuck and fuck Then fuck and fuck, then I fuck and fuck Then I fuck and fuck, then I fuck and fuck And what I'm doin after that? I'm a still fuck So Ced Gee, you know you're next in line Yo, take the mic and bust a dope-ass rhyme [Ced Gee] One two one two one more goes like this False alarm - you ain't seen no smoke The smoke you're seeing, is there cause I broke Down the rhyme a vicious kind to feed your mind The warning sign, and then recline Down, and rhyme when the pace kicks Up up a hundred, yo I gotta get A mic and get hyper, cause I can recite the Lyrics to flip the crowd, just like Pied Pipers Music, I won't abuse it, nor misuse it Just add some flavor to it yo and prove it Just like that new car, with mileage it go far You'll see the best Ced Gee I'm an Ultra star Galactic, Galactus, fantastic Brass trick, practice, yeah You understand what I'm sayin? Yo bust it I'll control uphold the show From beginning to intro, Ced Gee is like nitro-glyc' And I will diss, those who insist On bustin their weak rhymes, Ced Gee will just piss My urine right on you, strut then transform you Hold you and mold you, rip you and fold you Duck, so what the fuck, you out of luck You rhyme like a Jetta while I rhyme like a Mack truck Rollin hard with eighteen wheels and all With the mic, so I must call Myself a leader, a whack rap deleter The feeder who needs the, crowd to procede the Whole 9 yards as well as the distance I'm Ced Gee, and I represent All who want the call, me their boy in awe Who wants to be a toy Tim Dog - my mellow my man [voice] No, it's Sham Rock's turn Jam, you ready Sham?