Eric B. - Pa** the Hand Grenade lyrics

[Verse 1] Pa** the hand grenade It's gonna blow cause I took out the pin Detached the detonator, data send Programmed with protons, equipped with predicates Electrons and elements just fit Your pronoun hits the ground and that's that Hit the floor like a meteor so get back Commas and quotation marks separate the sparks Followed the course in to avoid getting sharked More volts than a lightning bolt, handle with care I'm far from fragile, warfare won't tear Armed and dangerous, trained for combat Let off rounds and they won't respond back Explosions I made to invade your parade Your weak beats decay til they can't get played Wrong elements in the mic, they get sprayed Pa** the hand grenade [Verse 2] After the stage gets warm, I heat it up The crowd gets charged, I speed it up They couldn't get warm, gimme a cut The rhyme gets good, so eat it up Food for thought until your thoughts is sore Fill up a colosseum, I can serve them all Bake another plate, and cook it far from raw And if you're overweight, then here's some more Cause every dish I make tastes great and plus filling If I sold a third of my rhymes, I make a k**ing Get the salt and pepper from the maid Get the blood off the blade, pa** the hand grenade [Verse 3] If you try this, your response is tonsilitis I'm leaving authors and writers with arthritis You got the slightest ideas, I got the brightest Here's the lightest, so clear, it's out of sight, it's Dark, but from the darkness, came the light The night is the time for Ra to recite it Educated, but complicated style For all the biters, I'm shutting rappers up like Midas I got the force of a Turbo Porsche You get lost in the source and then thrown off course You can't destroy the decoy's to detour No sense of direction so what's your speed for You wouldn't have never made it, how many styles have I created So many rhymes I bust, you're frustrated Then the mic will self-destruct, you'll get sprayed Pa** the hand grenade