Proof - Yzark lyrics

So crazy, so crazy, so crazy, you are so crazy {X4} [Verse 1] Aight dawg, you in vibe with a hog That'll spit a bar like a brick of raw b**h you off your poor tricks, war with natural ability To put both hands up on the Statue of Liberty I'm smackin' the enemy with accurate agility Attack your facility then it's back on my k**in' spree Jigga and Nelly is cool, it's the wack ones that's k**in' me While Clinton got head I was in the sack with old Hillary The fact I'm an ill MC strapped with artillery Got your family at your funeral clappin' with misery It could happen to him or me, rather the other way Baretta bust his face, pillow over the widow watch her suffocate Doody, you rather tough today Calm down muh'f**er, you rather rough today f** the dumbness, run this rap sh**, clap with the steel Dump the gun quick, punk lips come back with his grill {*BLAM*} Half the times rapin' Florida Evans Kick the door off a church, went in and slaughtered the reverend It's a quarter to seven If I k** you by eight they should have you in the morgue by eleven Send him to hell when I spot a MC Then I battle him through a sance cause they was hotter than me You should not bother with P (why?) Cause I'll make a scrub-a** motherf**er disappear like Father MC, what? [Hook] So crazy, so crazy, so crazy, you are so crazy {X4} Don't care about your parents, don't care about your wife Don't care about your kids, don't care about your life Don't care about your schools, don't care about your jails Don't care about your sins, don't care about hell Don't care about your parents, don't care about your wife! Don't care about your kids, don't care about your life! Don't care about your schools, don't care about your jails! Don't care about your sins, don't care about HELL! (so crazy) [Verse 2] Your record would be dope if it had some violence in it {*gunshots*} (He got a GUN!) Now let's listen Imagine a pit on two feet with buck teeth Spit flames at rabbit nicknames then I bust heat - that's me! The limelight in this lifetime we ain't sharin' Got the eye of the tiger starin' in a square ring One punch and the further you float, the hurdle the ropes Slap Jesus five then I ride to murder the Pope Every word is for dope, don't say you heard it befo' Once off of that, and get your lip services broke I preferred it was wrote, D-12 has spoke That The Source magazine give the unworthiest quotes I serve you with notes, snares, ba** kicks and hi-hats Punchlines, sk**s, and Proof with mind raps I'm a Venus flytrap with a bazooka and sh** stains Huntin' for flies, doin' lines with Rick James I ain't scared of Suge or d**h Row Ask Bush which is more dangerous, a airplane or a pretzel? You're reachin' for toast, put three in your coat For bein' too close like you speakin' to ghosts, and I'm fleein' the coast When the gat clicks you see blackness In the darkness your carca** is next to catfish This is real insanity So f** that pilot that crashed Aaliyah, we gon' k** your whole family [Hook]