Bashton the Invisible Man - Tonight's Show lyrics

[Chorus] Ready to perform and your flow is tight There'll be no show tonight Guns are busting now bullets take flight There'll be no show tonight Fans pissed saying you ain't right There'll be no show tonight In the club a riot we incite There'll be no show tonight [MF Grimm] We gonna wet your whole show up Throw a grenade on stage, watch it blow up Body parts scatter, females throw up Whole sh** tore up, paid mercenaries f** the whole club up Gonna have n***as running out leaving women behind Losing they mind, audience terrified, few people died Motherf**er can't hide f** who you are, so what you a star It's about memories and scars Wills are raised to be strapped all the time What it pays to be n***a f** peace I'm blazing see The walking dead ain't fazing me Dry ya a** out like a raisin see Air your a** out like hand washed jeans MF pure dope on cuts k** fiends can't cope Stress out, murder whole team Evaporate green, inhale steam [Chorus] [Bashton The Invisible Man] Hey you, get the f** off Your winning stakes are lost And head toss, while I rock crowds And get money like motherf**ing stars Sang like Lou Rawls and spit on y'all Plus we can get ball And get down with a Decepticon type of brawl I violating turds who are native tongue Busting shots then you fall You can pay Peter, Mary and Paul My heat will still turn your brain cabbage To f**ing coleslaw Nat King Cole is here to brawl Here to grinch your sh** and all your Santy Claus I'll bust your mouth 'til you need Anbesol Yes yes y'all, you can't rock the presentation You an imitation of another illustration Illustrating, you wack boys perpetrating I took the case when Percy Mason Told me y'all what's for certain, motherf**a fakin You dead and stinking from your intake of bacon So when I get on stage, what's shakin? What's shakin? [Chorus] [Lord Smog] I find these various emcees hilarious The only time they rhyme's behind police barriers I guess that's industry rhyming Ya probably find Scotch out in the street rhyming With indiscreet timing, M.I.C. lifer With no parole and won't be deciphered Beat-biter, party contaminate Wilding in ya venue with out no laminate Is that your drink? I think I spit a clam in it Backstage platter better not have no ham in it Motherf**er (Point Blank!)