Bronze Nazareth - High Ranking lyrics

[Verse 1: Timbo King] You that type of rapper that'll wear his doo rag tight And if the shoe fits wear it homie, sky blue Nikes I beat the dude out you, then have my crew stomp the food out you Heart transplant, with my hands take immunes out you Laughin' at your garbage a** and throw you in a garbage can I break your mic, fist fight, this God-body Israelite You know your lessons 1 through 40, still in the 40-40 Poppa Wu, pride and glory, got the hood riding for me GMC, TMZ, I don't know if it's he or she Movin' like a transvest, it must be in your ancest' Assets, liquidate, math-head, this is weight Blood type, I know your trait, snitching, First 48 Got you on confession tape, affidavit, got it dated Lame loser, name user, love get the pain bruiser Spray ‘em with the brain remover, dog food, Eukanuba Larry Hoover, Cooper shooter, stash it with the building super [Hook: Timbo King] Yo Your mother got a rubber neck, your pops lost his social check Snack jokes, co*k-um-roach, b**h n***a rocking coach High ranking bumbaclot Ras ho, who's ya fakin Uncle is your father's daughter, toilet bowl is out of water High ranking [Verse 2: R.A. the Rugged Man] Your daddy crack-pipe smoking, your wifey elbows are ashy, they need lotion Your baby-momma sniffing coke and you f**ing AIDS b**hes with a broken Trojan You zone-coasting, you a lightweight, you weigh about a buck-10 With your clothes on soaking, eating pretzels with Bush choking These bullsh** rap groups, they cornier than black comedians Dressing like females, doing movies in fat suits Your aunt bigfoot, goonie goo goo, falling down a flight of stairs You got the dragon, your breath give the cavity creeps nightmares In prison you a rape victim, Al Jolson “Heaven On A Mule,” mammy singing Front teeth missing, get stomped out and your brain kicked in I'm nitroglycerin you pig-licking, and stinking like chitlin You a new jack, you the baby that Biggie Smalls was smackin' at the christenin' Your b**h grill look like she got karate-chopped by Sonny Chiba Your momma so fat and old she use a VCR for a beeper Your grandmamma penny-pinchin' hagglin' Your granddaddy backwards alligator wrastlin' Your gla**es nerdier than Roger from What's Happening? Your demeanor make RuPaul look masculine I'm in Europe, you're at the corner store, that's your idea of travelin' Put you in the corner with a dunce cap Your breath stankin', cut you with a shank an' you sank and your kids are starving You broke, ain't got no money in the bank, and Timbo tell ‘em we high ranking [Hook] [Verse 3: Timbo King] You that rapper in that boolay movie, playing with his booty cootie Ducking from the jury duty, n***as call you foofie foofie Breath smell like twilight zone, do do DO DO do do DO DO sh** face, out-of-shape, pop eyes, wide awake Midget hands, chicken fingers, linger with them dingy n***as Background singer-speakers, run-down Louie sneakers Ankle boy, tinker bell, sister steal Jheri curl Dill pickle, bi-cycle, ring-worn in your perm Sherm head, missing tooth, no-frill gizzard soup Full breed, knock kneed, house smell like Aki [Hook]