Gp Wu - Pa** it Off lyrics

Intro: Yeah!! Chorus: Pa** it off I wanna flip (I got the loaded clip) Pa** it off and move back (I'm reachin in my napsack) Pa** it off I wanna flip (Let me show you how) Pa** it off then buck for Staten Isle [Rubbabandz] My style is mad funky, gots to show the funk Don't need a girl who be traps like a ho Which means I'm baggin b**hes, my rhymes is gettin fatter I dropped a lyrical bomb, y'all seem to scatter You talk and chit chatter, it really don't matter I'm too cold to hold and badder than the Mad Hatter I'm a basketcase like the man with the chainsaw Underground sounds that I rip from the core The superfly, funktastic, never took a loss Cause I chose to burn competition like a torch Got a short fuse, when I'm lit I'm outta touch I take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scud Missile for bob-around s**as like a pistol You beat me in a battle? Ha ha, now that's a riddle I like to keep my style pumpin on the regular I'm the man, takin calls like I'm on a cellular I pack the rhymes like a tourist packs the luggage On one hand I'm rough and on the other hand I'm rugged Chorus [K-Tez] Pa** it off to the right so I can flip kid Shorty wildstyle, not for that old ill sh** Wu-Tang slang I'm puttin in your brain You don't want it, they don't want it, n***as don't want it Don't flex boy because my sh** is real I'm sendin chills through your body like my man Evander Holyfield (oooh) Everyday is get rough out in my town That's Staple-town Every other day a body's found, yo Got mad stacks, don't even move kid I'm strapped Tez got mad stacks inside his napsack Here's a warning, I gets my meth and my forty and gets lifted And fly in the sky like Mike Jordan [Down Low Recka] Now here we go, I'm back for mo' check the flow Up from the Down Low as I wreck the show Cause n***as is borin, ohh you got me yawnin You come and go easy like a Sunday mornin Pa** the method, I wanna get blunted That's how I knew Wu-Tang slang was what you wanted So I brung it, pa** the mic, watch me tongue it Now you done it Tried to flip then you fronted Chorus [Shyheim] Well I'm a bad little ba*tard how can you ask it Many tried to flip and stick but got blasted And dropkicked by a n***a that's mad sick and wicked Got more skins than a click kid A rebel that switch his level just like a devil For those who rock heavy metal I bash you with a shovel Cause me and my boys make noise up and down the block I rocks and rocks get hot and blow up the spot Cause my styles is buckwild and it shakes the ground With a fat sound that funk like James Brown I hope you listen cause I wasn't babblin no mission A blank eye then run outta ammunition On your a** real fast, no second thoughts you get blasted So heed the words from the bad little ba*tard Chorus 2X