C-Rayz Walz - A Bonus lyrics

[Intro (Overlapped with Hook Adlibs): C-Rayz Walz] Spin around. The reverse project theory. Oxymoron. [?]. [?]. Nagasaki Blaze. C-Rayz Walz. Plain Pat. Double 9. The same thing to splash you all with. New soup, cooking it up [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] My style's [?] like, “Who's Jerry love and [?]?” Guns? I carry some. Hoes? You married ‘em Cops' Glocks is hot. My whole block got dumdums With a 41-shot mentality. f**ing with me You'd rather go to court and get blunted Join a covenant, do ten hits for five-hundred You thought life is so sweet and simple Now you in jail with holes in your cheeks like dimples You know the real. I'm nice enough to get ten deals Trife enough to write, cook gla**, and smash your windshield On some Bronx sh**, a “Hok” spit like [?] Jedi-mind-trick your clique like [?] Rap cats get smacked with gats—I instill fear Y'all make no moves like ski teams in wheelchairs Put you in cornfields with crows to scare some I stab tracks—Plain Pat swear I got a spear tongue [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Verbal spit gigantically stomp your gerbil myth Murderous be the mode of the herbalist C-Rayz Walz hip hop, lyrical material A bonus to your mental [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] I fight the beast. Earth cheers and eggs me on My feet tired and I'm headstrong—the perfect balance Maintain, making movements against the malice Attracting a-alikes using my power as a magnet Save Wonderland for Alice—hands on the chalice Caressing my palm, calloused from smacking white mountains To make the rocks come tumbling down with a thunderous sound, you need practice I drink chamomile and rose hips Make imbeciles walk tightropes with they toes clipped Cut your hands off, make you juggle balloons Rebu*tal buffoons, use civilization for heirlooms C-Rayz hit you in your mouth. Your tongue blisters Turn your bigger brother to your young sister (What?) I've been underground so long, my favorite food is rubble Drown myself just to see if I could bubble Drink a drop of water and spit out a puddle Brave enough to look hate in the face and say, “I love you” Wild like a caveman—don't make me club you Like S.O.B., [?] speed or the tunnel [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Verbal spit gigantically stomp your gerbil myth Murderous be the mode of the herbalist C-Rayz Walz hip hop, lyrical material A bonus to your mental