Parallelz [Cliff Clavin & Buttatones] - Beef lyrics

[Cliff Clavin] We put our blood sweat and tears in this rap sh** And when it come to beats I'm like a mothaf**ing crackhead Never get enough, always coming back for more hits Approach your mics, better step with caution Cliff Clavin stomping through the underground Grim swing the hammer put it down on you clowns Get some devil in your soul for your ante up We the type of cats gon call you on your bluff Dead man's hand holdings aces and eights I got a ace in the hole I'll be sealing your fate This that hardcore music pummeling the track Crushing mothaf**ers in the game like Gunjack So bring your crew we can go line for line They might have your back but I got your spine Lyrically we a couple of heathens So y'all don't really want no beef just like vegans [Grim] Mothaf**ers talk hard and I bet you they puss Let's see their mothaf**ing faces when I step from the bush Put the mothaf**ing knife up to they neck and I'll push You ain't real you cats are all net like a swoosh I'll leave those who approach me hurt for sure You can get the hammer like Loki versus Thor Wish I could raid the slammers, open up the doors Call hearses for your family and that I worst of all Dead Rabbits we the first to brawl You familiar with the law, that'll first you'll call You starring at the mouth of the beast Y'all better bow to my feet or get surrounded and beat I'll lay you down in defeat face down in the creek And I'm quick to f**ing air a p**y out like a queef Who want beef? we stomping out your fitted quick Acting like you Pac like Papa Doc in the Biggie flick [Tones] Realest mothaf**er tell you how it is to your face The first time you little f*ggots had heart was Myspace They ain't who they claim to be on record, can't relate You got secrets in the streets that would make you seem sick You opposite of what you drop or you spit You got Glocks but no clip, call the cops like a b**h You ain't a boss, there ain't no one ever under you The only beef you queers ever had was number two From Mickey D's, b**h please you can't spit with me I spit lava, a moth to keep the fire liquidity The scorpion king of the Mediterranean Elemental source of energy I spit Uranium Fundamental fire man, spirit shape shifter Stage spliff??, yo the weight'll make you give up Dead Rabbits savage, you don't want no static Spit a free at your squad, it hit you like an automatic