The What

I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the d**k to stop me from that HIV shit And nigga's know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playin' the villain, prepare for this rap killin' Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out Like Arnold wondered, "What you talkin 'bout Willis?" The thrill is gone, the black Frank White Is here to excite and throw d**k to dykes Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns, I like 'em stainless steel I want the f**kin' fortune like the wheel I squeeze gats till my clips is empty Don't tempt me, you don't want to f**k with Biggie Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet, black ninja Comin' where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring, you're the number one contender Lookin' cold booty, like your pus*y in December Nigga stop bitchin', button up ya lip and From Method, all you gettin' is a can of a*s whippin' Hey, I'll be kickin' you son, you doin' all the yappin' Actin' as if it can't happen You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin' Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin' So what ya want nigga, ya want nigga I got a six shooter and a horse named Trigger, it's real Ninety four, rugged raw, kickin' down your god damn door And it goes a little somethin' like this f**k the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it Honey's shake your hips, ya don't stop And nigga's pack the clips, keep on, bitch Verse two, comin' with that Old E brew Meth-tical, puttin' nigga's back in I.C.U I'm lifted troop, you can bring your wack a*s crew I got connections, I'll get that a*s stuck like glue No question, I be comin' down and shit Yo, I gets rugged as a motherf**kin' carpet get And nigga's love it, not in the physical form but in the mental I spark and they cells get warm, I'm not a gentle Man, I'm a Method Man Baby accept it, utmost respect it and a*sume the position, stop look and listen I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles d**kens, bitch Welcome to my center, honey's feel it deep in their placenta Cold as the pole in the winter, far from the inventor But I got this rap shit sewed and when my Mac unloads I'm guaranteed another video Ready to die, why I act that way? Pop Duke left Mom Duke, the fagot took the back way So instead of makin' ho's s*ck my d**k up I used to do stick up 'cause ho's is irritatin' like the hiccups Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherf**kin' rap phenomenon and plus I got more glocks and techs than you I make it hot, nigga's won't even stand next to you Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head Or motherf**ker's dead, you thought so f**k the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it Honey's shake your hips, ya don't stop And nigga's pack the clips, keep on f**k the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it Honey's shake your hips, ya don't stop And nigga's pack the clips, keep on, yeah [Incomprehensible]