20syl - 20/20 lyrics

Flippin' out on MC's. I got an anger problem Pickin' out the weak link. k** the rest of the squadron Body 'em. Nobody's stoppin' him. Bibidi babidi bombing 'em Got 'eem. The audience want part of him? I'll toss 'em some If a copper come, I'm co*king one. I shot him up with Marley's gun Party gonna start with some Bacardi Rum on Mardi Gras I bob and weave like Ali. You bought a weave for balding Always stop for cheese like on three. You toppin' me? That's co*ky Don't start with me. I'll spark a tree then spark a beef, & rob a priest He's on his knees. The "God!"'s & pleas ain't stoppin' me. I got his keys Ironically, Ferrari Jeep. So that's why they do offering Add hundred to the drivin' speed. He's off his meds & off his leash Apologies, Apollo Creed is pilin' up the boxing ring Prodigy like Donnie Creed. Brawl with me? You coughin' teeth Rhymin' be my policy. I often think of offin' geeks Your d**h'll be horrific. Imma make sure that your coffin wreaks (Chorus) Metaphaurus keepin' it one hundred, hundred Better book or you will be hunted, hunted He's comin' better hide all the honeys, honeys Rappers stay away cause he's hungry, hungry You strugglin'. I caught you sayin' "a hundred bill? I'll double it" Double it? Cut the sh**. You cut your sh** to double it Punish him. Punch 'n kick. Won't f**in' quit 'til blood is spit He's sufferin'. I'm done with him. Then bust a b**h to bust a b**h Ignorant sh**. Multi-syllabic. Has a kick to it Mix wit in it. Add a wick to it. This time is tickin' sh** You try this sh**? Puns & punchlines ain't enough wow the kids Struggle rappers! When y'all rhyme you sound like this My mission is to Michelin yo missin' b**h She wit me wearin' no attire, tired of you, tired of ya tirades She freaky. Imma tie her then I'm gonna fix her tires. Tire bars What you thinkin' is my silent awe is I am lost by ya bars Where the f**'s the Tylenol? My revolver firing all the lead to blind a superman Bruised my hand from shootin mad They booin' mad when you do rap. I'm booin' mad when doin' tracks You lose in rap. I boom n' bap (Chorus) I'll rock over your beats and make a supremix Bulimic when I'm MC'in. Adidas stomp you to pieces I'm keepin' the circle tight, so you see this after believin' f** a Jong Il & a Jong Un. The bombs is on this Korean I'm bigger than you. Better kick ya feet up Kick ya fetus then kick my feet up Makin' graves. Dig 'em feet up I feed up on you rappers. I feed off on reaction I'm fed up with the bigger figures in hip hop that's rappin' Mistakenly said "rappin'". What's the verb for "trash"? Verses stacked with verbal trash. Turnin' rap to slurrin' bad All these "Futures" feature computers. These "Futures" need to be neutered The prodigal son is movin'. The future needs some new music Colder shoulder, Winter Soldier. Overdoser feelin' sober k**in' all ya 'til its over. Sniffin' all the soot from blowin' up M-E-T-A-phaurus. f** the lenses M-E-T-A's for us. Come & get this (Chorus)