Nuff Said

[Kool G. Rap] Here's the motherf**kin magnificent I'll even bag innocent motherf**kers See s*ckers like there was ten I sent So if you come in my way - great, I pull out the trey - eight Kool G. Rap's your fate, and not your playmate So all you niggaz on the floor, bitchin that shit is dead Tell it to the motherf**kin mortician So get ready to let the led out, I'm knockin niggaz dead out and blowin the back of your f**kin head out Cookin niggaz better than mama's dinner So let the drama enter, I'm sendin niggaz to the trauma center Because I'm rollin with force, tearin niggaz out the frame like they was pictures of a bitch that I divorced Boss, so come on nigga, get wild and loose I whoop your motherf**kin a*s and get arrested for child abuse Even your bitch can get it nigga I shove the barrel of a nine up her behind and pull the f**kin trigger Goin Psycho like Norman Bates, G. you better sedate Because lately niggaz ain't able to take me It ain't a man in the land that can stand G. Rap Save that candy-rap, shit for the handicapped Niggaz'll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates f**kin with me, y'alld rather f**k with the AIDS virus Cause I set em up wet em up like sprinkles And put niggaz to sleep longer than Rip Van Winkle The quicker the shit, the quicker the hit, I'm peakin a fit Leavin niggaz sicker than Liberace's d**k Good luck, another hood bucked I kick you so far up your a*s I get my motherf**kin foot stuck See I manage to give niggaz more than a bandage Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't cover the motherf**kin damage Cause I'm bold and bigger, puttin manholes in niggaz and holdin triggers up, to them golddiggers So if you all over my d**k just like a rubber My rap is so fat, I make ? and ? ? blubber You better duck, I'm like a volcano when I erupt you bitch-a*s rappers'll get f**ked And you'll be one hoe, like Marilyn Monroe left on death row, because I let the gun go bang blow your motherf**kin brains out But you need more than detergent to get that motherf**kin stain out Cause I serve more crabs than Red Lobster's When I pop shots, I leave lotsa dead mobsters Put down the microphone whether unknown or famous You're out of luck and I don't give a f**k what your name is Boy you better split, cause I'ma house shit My d**k'll be rich if you niggaz wants to put your money where your mouth is Ga*sed up a*s nigga, come set it Cause when I pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded Now you could be a gold or a platinum artist But deep down, you f**kin silly clowns know who's the hardest Niggaz I watered down with the quarter pound cause my slaughter sound can be caught around and found the slaughter town For the clowns got eighty rounds worth of ammo Play it again Sam, put on my jams, f**k a piano I'm leavin lame niggaz brain dead Aww f**k it, nuff said