C-Rayz Walz - Whodaf**kareyou (Acapella) lyrics

[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] f** alarm clocks—battle me, you'll start waking up I slice you with your rhyme book and write verses on your paper cuts With alcohol pads. Excuses you be making up Sound dumb like Outkast breaking up Last time you shot somebody, you had a camera I'm C-Rayz, the author of stamina Lounging on the walls, you'll end up like Humpty Dumpty Get your shell cracked, scrambled, and served with something The narcissist. I bomb quick You're full of sh** like sausages—pardon this I alone turn crews into the Partridge kids I love games—I'll play you like bragging right cartridges Y'all against me is dragons versus ostriches: totally preposterous Like abortions, I k** stupid kids before they act up Make your new suit flip, call it a back tux You cracked up like baseheads in a space ship Playing Skellzies in the Matrix, the only thing I lose is my patience And smack the sh** out you tissue heads Once the missile set, you see I'm official bread Hip hop don, deep into stocks and bonds I'll take a sh** in your house and blame it on your moms Surviving the game. When I get money, I'm buying a chain Driving a Range and my flame will expire your fame I'm coming through. Loading one, bucking two I'm C-Rayz Walz, son. WhoDaf**AreYou? [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] Yo, yo, yo, I'm trucking through with my ruckus crew. Your luck is through Yo, I'm C-Rayz Walz. WhoDaf**AreYou? I'm coming through, fifth knuckle bruise, brick fist snuffing you Yo, I'm C-Rayz Walz. WhoDaf**AreYou? Yo, I'm trucking through with my ruckus crew. Your luck is through Yo, I'm C-Rayz Walz. WhoDaf**AreYou? I'm coming through, fifth knuckle bruise, brick fist snuffing you Yo, I'm C-Rayz Walz. WhoDaf**AreYou? WhoDaf**IsYou? WhoDaf**AreYou? WhoDaf**IsYou? WhoDaf**AreYou? WhoDaf**IsYou? C-Rayz Walz, Plain Pat [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Some people must get jacked My repertoire from back: smacking cats with gats on impact Just like that, we festered like bubbling cuts Doubling up. Now funny cats get f**ed up for mumbling stuff Thunderous trucks roll up. I'm just playing with this Every line explosive. My pen broken up but Still smoking, stroking, thrust. f** closing shows My frozen flows is hot, let me open up Like Arabian referees who yell sesame plus I spread through the industry with leprosy cuts, effectively strut Put a hole in one the second we putt You so p**y you come from my rib, you son of a gut Lying-a** rappers, duck. I'm the lightning-struck Blazing like we lighting a Dutch Master stuck At the Mason-Dixon line, twisting lime in a cup Get your mind f**ed up while your nine in the truck Even my producer know math with his Caucasian a**, so Just because you say, “Peace,” don't mean I won't blast, stupid You gotta show and prove it. Brothers live and die for this music Don't do it for amusement Ghetto hi-top, blaze you for your hydrox Put Glocks on my Irish clock and watch my eyes pop Chickenhead, I dead your livestock Do a song with Charles Dutton to see how I rock [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] Yo, yo, yo, I'm trucking through with my ruckus crew. Your luck is through Yo, I'm C-Rayz Walz. WhoDaf**AreYou? I'm coming through, fifth knuckle bruise, brick fist snuffing you Yo, I'm C-Rayz Walz. WhoDaf**AreYou? Yo, I'm trucking through with my ruckus crew. Your luck is through Yo, I'm C-Rayz Walz. WhoDaf**AreYou? I'm coming through, fifth knuckle bruise, brick fist snuffing you Yo, I'm C-Rayz Walz. WhoDaf**AreYou? WhoDaf**IsYou? WhoDaf**AreYou? WhoDaf**IsYou? WhoDaf**AreYou? WhoDaf**IsYou? C-Rayz Walz, Plain Pat [Outro: C-Rayz Walz] What, what, what?!? Yo, me and Plain Pat go way back. Like spines on a scale. I'm bucking through with my ruckus crew. Me and Plain Pat. You don't understand this? Yo, WhoDaf**AreYou? Stupid. C-Rayz Walz. This is my destiny, regardless of how you feeling. (Coming through, bucking two with my ruckus crew. Coming through, bucking two with my ruckus crew. Coming through, bucking two with my ruckus crew. Coming through, bucking two with my ruck... Coming through, coming through, coming through, coming through). Yo, WhoDaf**?