Big chief:
This ain't miami coke rap
I ain't claiming im pitching base like sandy koufax
I'll leave your rep on the coat rack
This rorschach with no mask, better known as walter kovacs so hold that
Chief running bull, charging at the matador
Play the game loyal while you front about your madden score
Handle yours or get touched by the hand of thor
Hand to god you'll be sleeping with the albacore
This is the league, world series of rap
The brown baggin brown bandit commandeering a track
Get roped by the la**o and thrown to the gravel
Dress for long winters it gets cold in my shadow
From the long barrel the iron speaks
Iron chief cut from the same cloth as iron sheik
BBAS surgeon generals warning
May cause the loss of genitals in grown men
Hook x2:
I said one side
'fore I have to get unkind
Cut you like you're a lunchline
Watch your intestine unwind
Pick your motherf**in guts up off the floor
Like lord khan almighty
I don't want no more
Motherf**er, motherf**er
Soul khan:
Whether you blacker than akon, a cracker like kreayshawn
Hispanic or asian, you're happy to say, khan
Is probably the rawest since the pa**ing of ason
Unique," this is child's play, pa** me the crayons
I'm several levels higher than where icarus dropped
So you ain't playing with my paper 'less it's scissors and rocks
Got a mami on me kissin on my ticklish spots
With a following from rotterdam to kids from iraq
Now that's some real sh** for my big homie, moussa
I told him i'd be planning something big for the future
To prove that I am liver than anyone you admiring
I'll rip the veins from my arms and use em like a violin
I'll sever my genitals like they got buc fiftied
Dismember em and shred em with an ox cut swiftly
Set my balls on fire like god, son's grizzly
Just to let you know that you can not f** with me
(Hook x4)