Shaolin What

I'm the bastard, the total package like Lex Luger Pull a sting like a yellow jacket makin' maneuvers Through the slums nigga, Iron Lung, Ladies and Gentlemen Welcome to my torture chamber pen and the pendulum Foul play year T2000 be Judgement Day Face millennium hell to pay My knuckles soft from the star wars of han solo South paw, ring your bell like it's Quasimodo, what is the law? Stay hardcore, my clan logo, move too quick to catch a photo Jettin' on land like jet motto, now we Lord on the conduit? These niggaz actin' like they've been through it As if the hardcore to the truest I can't lose like Parker Lewis Set in my ways Got you corny niggaz askin' who is Johnny Blaze Get a late pa*s stinkin' a*s s*cker a*s Now you sufferin' like succotash While Johnny Cash, makin' moves on your moneybags I'm strict lovin', stickin' hundreds in your honeys a*s My verbal bucket in the background Holdin' me down, watching these clowns As they eyeballin' all day in the mind Gettin' high y'all, put it on the sky fold The night troll, rap infected, get the Lysol to disinfect it You don't know me or my f**kin' method That's the shit that made me tip When I wrote a pitch, how many leech it? Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill, poor pitch man Now Borne jungle nils one more game, hit me with That shit they be smokin' Got cali niggaz loc'in, New York niggaz open John Hay phenomenon, the mega bomb Transformed in a firearm like Megatron You get stepped on and shit upon, I'ma stay calm Knowin' brothers wanna do me harm Shaolin' whylen what punks We got love for those nigga who've love for us Now go to your room