KUNG FU ANTICS
(ROUND 1)
I think it's time so I shall start
Now watch me get sharp as darts
And draw blood
But not with a pen or a pencil
But with Zen, cos I'm into martial arts
So if you prefer to brawl
I'll make you fall to the dirt and crawl
But y'all should just get back first of all
Before I kick ya a** up in the nuts
Step back and laugh and then I'll ask -
"ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, did that hurt your balls?"
HEY! It's sickening how n***as be trippin'
But if they keep on insisting on gettin' them whippin's
Then I'm ma be giving them symptoms of victims
And if they keep trippin'?
Then they just "must be tired of living"
And since that's how they felt - "I'll help"
While fools be looking rough
Acting all hood and tough
But the truth of the matter is ("what's wrong?")
"You're not good enough" -"I guess I better show you"
"FIGHT!", "I want your life!", "right!"
Here I come, the 20 palm strike!
Straight illin' like I'm a villain
While I'm filling his grill with my fist
And then when I get him I'm whippin' his a** so bad
That he get's mad and cries out to his guys - k** him!!!
"k**, k**!"
So now it's time to attack and hit
Smack and kick, with acrobats with splits
And backwards flips, fast and quick
Smashing pricks
Just like some bad a** in an action flick
Now try my Dragon Fist!
Break- "I can handle all of you, without using weapons"
"Watch me then", "Round 2" "I'll not show you again"
"FIGHT!"
(ROUND2)
Kats can come catch a TRASHING QUICK AS HELL
While I abuse dudes with smooth kung fu moves
Like Bruce and for amusement
I even school 'em on the moves
That I choose to use on fools
As I do them to defuse them
Such as - "DRAGON WHIPS HIS TAIL!"
And if them dumb f**s try to make their guns buck
Then I'll jump up and then come cluck 'em
Upside they f**in' heads with some nun chucks
Because I didn't come to play
So if you try to front or either have something dumb to say
Then may I suggest that it be best
That you just- "Go on run, run away, run away"
Cos I ain't got time for kids steppin'
I see there this headin'
So if you pricks messing around
Then I'll see to it that your soul HITS HEAVEN
And you die before the time that I can count it down from
"1...2...3...4...5...SIX-SEVEN!... Down!"
Break- "They're all dead!" "You lose", "Round 3" "k**, k**- FIGHT!"
(ROUND 3)
I'll make your head crack like when Ice breaks
Or I might take my knife's blade
And then straight slice fakes into rice cakes
And my fist are quick as a supped up car
You can be a hood dude or a super star
And still catch two to the jaw
Cos truthfully- "I don't give a damn who you are"
Now I told you and I told your friends
You don't wanna throw them hands
Cos you won't stand no hope or chance
And if you don't believe me - "Well, let me show you man"
Uh, cos I'll tag that eye in a blink I told ja
So before ya go and get yourself hurt ya jerk -
"I advise you to think it over"
Cos my style's severe, there's nothing but power here
And ain't no doubt that I'll bring out you cowards fear
Yo, so -"now get out of here"
Yo so you better get back jack with that crap
Before I get that mad when a wack try to act bad
Then Im'ma snap with attacks that'll crack backs
When they get smacked with a pack of my Jap slaps
And that's that And a matter a fact
Then I'mma hit 'em over 21 times like black jack
Like - "ahhhhhhhhhh"
Atatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatata!
- Watahhh!!!!!"