Panik - Out The Speakers lyrics

[Verse One: Vak**] I roast n***as till they beg me change the subject I write, arrange and publish Brains in the street at point blank range in public When I spit a round, like a semi-auto with a queasy clip Meeting earl, leaving your back open like a hospital gown You better bite more than The Lox to beat me Who you f**ing with been nice, since Christ was on a box of Wheaties Let b**hes a** cheeks peeled apart Got p**y falling from the heavens, don't know whether to f** or build an Ark Dragging his dicks, the antagonist [?] dragon fisted with a .44 mag and a biscuit With no religious, ethnic or racial exception Squeezing off on n***as, with a nut busting facial expression You're a monopoly house in a volcano vicinity I ain't got sh** to lose, except unlike you, my an*l virginity Let Juice catch bodies and I'm gonna catch the b**h My trigger finger got a bad case of crabs now who wanna scratch the itch?