featuring Punchiline Ras Kass



Yeah once again presenting Kid Capri

Ras Kass the waterproof MC Punchline



(Ras Kass)

These faggot MCs be on skis with the microphone though

But it's all downhill hitting trees like Sonny Bono

Name a nigga I couldn't burn and he probably created the Earth in six days

I shot at Jesus with a tech fives times

Hanging the pope with six strings the name is Ras Kass

Might eat a little pussy but I don't kiss ass homeboy

I'm righteous and wicked and this acquisition of riches is like

Selling bean pods and still fucking white bicthes



(Punchline)

I rap crazy, you better get fifty niggas to blaze me

Or ace me, been rhyming since 220 AD

You feel gazy?, I'm top ten with the raps

Off the list you scratch, like serial numbers on gats

I lace tracks with ill lines 20 bar rhymes

My verses got long sentences like jail times

Press rewind, listen to jams when I cool out

I only fuck a bitch in the park if she juiced out

Going new routes to maintain my composure

Anticipated while you still screaming to get exposure

Rap soldier in the cipher I'm first to set it

My lyrics get the U.S. Open without playing tennis



(Ras Kass)

Vindictive my voice pitch is beyond John Blaze

I'm John Cremation, you conversation with aspirations

Of me leaving blood stains from Earth to Venus

Them so-called rap stars will still be living

with they moma like an unborn fetus

As soon as you step on stage I'ma destroy you with the truth

Like the Ricki Lake show, don't come out the soundproof booth

Or poof, plucked in your bubblegoose

A lost angel, I strangle at an angle that's obtuse



(Punchline)

Yo, my styles viscous, put niggas before bitches

Collect riches, bone chickens without trickin

And stay spitting mad rhymes in your direction

Always repping get you open like seasections

I rhyme greata set it off without Jada

My flava leave a nigga shook like vibrators

Rap composer of the hit your styles over

I make an MC cry just like Robin on Ophra

Give you the cold shoulder guess who rhymes slicker

I gross figures, shed light on shady niggas

And write rhymes, roast niggas that take mine

Gave birth to so many styles I should have my tubes tied

One time, when rappers need concentration

Embarrass I nigga, like getting caught masterbating

I'm fascinating, I make you wallow in your sorrow

Clutch the bottle you get your childish style fondled

My rap tactics make you want to go home and practice

Match this, drop jewels like Biago Rackis

I come rough for all niggas that front

I'm all that five mics and quotable for the month



(Ras Kass)

I be on some bullshit like the unamits and vigorous rhyming

And until Buchwhick Bill starts dunking on Kobe Bryant

I'm applying pressure, check out my melody

The eighteenth letter, the first letter

the nineteenth letter for cheddar

And get a barrette explosive tip shredders to make the rum-redder

To make the deader then Coretta

Scott King's husband who had a dream

I get in you with no Vaseline

And burn rubber so I tap that ass like Savion Glover



(Punchline)

That the sedative cause your shits repetitive

And played out, tried to run game but it got rained out

Wasn't thinking about this style until we came out

Took a detour when some of ya'll went the same route

Thoughts about doing Punchline make me tickle

When my flow changes like pennies, dimes and nickels

Organized rhymes we make the girls realize

We humiliate niggas like a small dick size

Now you wanna click nines, front and sip wines

Take mine, can't mess with Ras and Punchline