Bae B Face Kaos/Lee Majors)

Sometimes I get so wild

I blow up (POW)

Here I come now

Check out the new style

Oh my god child

Here comes the word dripper

Word to black tripper

Lyrical whipper slicker nigger

Case closed like a zipper

Ill flip ya with the style on the mic

From the arm at PM dawn

Next plan is hype

So I excite to hold tight

The underground sounds

Jus got off Jacobs ladder

(So wont you let me come down)

Let me come down Ill kill someone

With the gats son at least some men are in

Some say Im awesome

Jus like John I got the whole Single

-ton on your back

An its like that

So I drive girls crazy

Ask Mrs. Daisy

Jump up an praise me

Nobody can phase me

I amaze me cuz yo my

Tracks got the boomers

Kickin the shit that

Make ya back flip outcha bloomers

Ill murder him

Ill murder them

Put me on the track

For black Ill kill them

(Y-Tee/Big Light)

Rudeboy I sting and a badboy I shock

Inside the clip man qwe load up the glock

On shot tocks so we hafta bust shot

Start from the bottom make we rise to the top

(Bae-B-Face Kaos/Lee Majors)

I ROCK

Hip hop the best G

I snipe just like wesley

Crunch like nestle

Tell me whos the best G

Bush Babee bad man

Ill flip the rap

Got the hand on the gat

Plus Im on the attack

(Chorus 8X)

Pon de attack, it goes pon de attack

(Mr. Man)

Ya just cant stop

The rhymantically dreadified

Lyrically ill

Booger pickin

Butt scrathin

Heads a flyin, the illest

Or should I say

The most illified

Type of hyperactive

Lyricalmatical

Boombastically bonified

Hyper technical

Unforgattable

Crazy sweatable

Individual

Quick to put up a battle

Rowdy, rapper goes bazootey

Baggin up the goodies

The rough rasta bootey

Mr. man is attackin

Thats when I get conniving

So hold your freaking horses

The boss is arriving.

I gave a wussup like Martin

Chill kid Im startin

I beg your pardon

Got it locked like a warden

Applaudin cuz I got the illified flow

Ya know the flow

Yo Mr. Man steal the show

Hecka-hecka-heck yeah

Just cuz Im the lyrical master blaster

Capitol-rapitol M/R/M/A/N

So I rhyme faster than ya moms

Could make a batch of big brown booger snacks

When I Doodle-da-doot-doot-doot ATTACK.

(Chorus 8X)

(Y-Tee/Big Light)

Pon de attacka break a DJ offa his spot

But if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on top

Pon de attack break a DJ offa his spot

But if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on

No me says break a leg a leg an dis boy cant jump

Because fe line shoulda drop an rise to the top

An lissen a rudebwoy know yall cant stop

Buck a bust those shot a try they move dey ass

An but dem wrote dem

Cuz when dey can not

So nigga fling two thing

So bucks those shot

Some brand new tune

An put dey pon top

Because me rough, me tough

Me light, me black

Me charm, me thin

Me sting, me shot

Me quick, no false

Me rap, me track

Me leave em on top a dey roof an make dey cant come back

An if a DJ ever test a might to chop dem foot

Mic take one, two

An bombed on dey squad

An buck a real shot

When me tryfe on dey track

Buss some buss some

An me goes to have fun

An lissen to bush babbes cuz we run things hard too.

(Chorus 8X