PWT - C.O.B. Cypher 2012 lyrics

[Verse 1: Horseshoe G.A.N.G.] Women and gentlemen get to tremblin' the minute the villain is feelin' adrenaline Cos then I'm peelin' your motherf**in' melon till there's no more f**ing ceiling I feel like breaking and entering in prison and k**ing f**in' Zimmerman The minute that the motherf**er sentence him Dismember your limb, uppercut your chin and then Disfigure your twin, I'm sending 'em synonyms I'm injuring n***as Penicillin ain't healing em? Do the running man when I got the gun in hand Trigger finger itching then I'mma switch it to the other hand I'm sick as a n***a dicking his own mother Samantha Cos I'm a motherf**er and the son of Sam Goddamn, just another ambition As a writer and I'm the one on that mission When we enter the building with a million rugged a** henchmen That's a ten hundred grand entrance Back with this other transition, vicious Smacking your mother man listen When I mutate then it's too late then I chew faces Back with this gun in hand business When I send a few strays bullets graze anatomy Give my gun a raise like it got a change in salary I be at your door n***a I'm a natural born k**er You can call me Mickey I'mma 38 it's Mallory My brain is sicker than Casey Anthony You're not really understanding how deranged I got to be My crazy family be telepathically handing me The strategy to erase and enslave humanity This is the art of war I'mma paint calamity Hate and tragedy, pain and agony Then I'mma frame the painting, hang it in Satan's gallery But I'm not evil, holy like I came from Galilee Straight insanity give me the f**ing steel Kenny is f**ing ill, I Can't imagine me giving a f** for real Willing to bust your grill, blow your dome off your gay, anatomy Now that motherf**er can't imagine me Don't tell me to f**ing chill Crip with a thousand riders from the West Side Steyr under my pillow call it my Bed-stuy If you got a rebu*tal to utter say that sh** Just remember like your music we don't play that sh** H to the O, R-S-E-S-H to the O E gang we came straight for your ho We got paper to blow We in it to win it the minute we came in the door f** you, pay me, pay us the dough Then it's f** you, pay me, pay us some more All you haters should pay up, and pay what you owe Or get ate up, get sprayed up, and laid up with hoes I keep it straight up for sho', y'all just straight up for show Y'all p**y, period, change up your flow Like a menstrual cycle, straight up ya know I'm an instrumental psycho Reminiscent of a n***a named Michael I'm a thriller, I wake up with flows And I never make up with hoes And I put the MAC to your face, that's how I make up with hoes Hoes, yea I'm laid up with those And everyone one of my hoes are A1, ya know You know I got a centerfold, getting rid of clothes Nothin' on but them Kenneth Coles Since day one I go, hard Wait a minute let me switch gears When I'm stiff as a board, I give them dick till they sore I cut em like I'm gripping a sword, a big spear I should win an award for flyest n***a this year I'm the sh** yeah, my swag is celebrated When I step up in this b**h every chick cheer Chit-Chea, girl sit here, lift brazier Lemme skeet on your tits, let the sh** smear When I'm f**in a woman, I'm up in her stomach My dick is in belly, I'm sincere Y'all not fly, you pricks queer You couldn't get a Pretty Woman if you were dressed in rich gear Your b**h rear, make my snake soft She never quarreled my mind, you a mime can't talk Your b**h plain, you can only call my b**h plain Cos' she fly when she take off Shall I carry on, I love a landing strip Feelin airborne, because of cannabis f** the rulebook, laws, we breakin' em We on some f** the book, until that paper cum's I got the heart of Machiavelli, I brought a MAC elevy You be fallin' like confetti Whatever you thought of, I bet you we thought of that already Whatever you started, I bet you we off of that already You better be ready for the deadliest melodies But ready or not, I chop you like I brought a damn machete I f** p**nstars, with stars I 69, like I'm calling back your celly [Verse 2: Iceman] So many n***as I got a problem with Sittin on the top of my llama list When I'm haukin' spit, from the bottomless pit To your rims of your dodger fit – blaow I pull the crowd out of their seats When I say you're weak, I don't talk about no calendar speech Don't make me turn Super Saiyan Cos everything that Im saying is suped up Steroid shots, juiced up If my verbal had a physical form, it would be chiseled as Thor One stomp will probably cripple the floor My jordans put crack in the streets like earthquakes For jordans put crack in the streets, yeah work pays I k** rappers like theres no repercussions I'm in love with d**h, call it reaper-crushin [Verse 3: Coniyac] [Verse 4: BIG PHO] I'm pa**ed pa**ion, now I'm obsessed with this rapping sh** If I catch you in traffic, that crash will be an accident I'm sending these murderous paragraphs, by telegraph Them bullets ain't got no name, lemme get your autograph Let me explain what these lyrics might do Perfect aim, right through, you tell me am I getting through to you Delivery is beautiful, your reaction is suitable Impact from the mac, push you back like a cuticle You n***as is cubicle, in my circle you unfamiliar I don't write bars, n***a I write spears If you get the point, it k**s ya I'm Alpha and Omega, I'm what weak n***as claiming to be If God win an award, he goin' get on stage and give thanks to me [Verse 5: Karelezz] Hand me the mic and I go crazy when I grab it I turn into an alien deoxyribonucleicacid Master this element, selling this rap intelligence Nobody's half as devilish, definition of what clever is A mic master, writing in the lines of Nascar f** being a rapper, shoulda been a scientist from NASA But its C.O.B. official, hit you with lyrical missiles b**h I'll never miss you, my sh**'ll rip through your tissue And if you don't get it, it's probably so high that God do Look up, blaow blaow, n***a that's what the COB do Psycho on the microphone, never leave the microphone The rap's a billion miles long, I'm cycling my ? [Verse 6: P.W.T] You don't wanna know me, believe that sh** Cause on the mic I rip that sh** I grip the clip, I load it up I aim the gun I let it buck! I give a f** Not at all See I'm gonna be the start of your fall The end and everything in between You think I'm doing this sh** to be mean, NAH I'm doing it because you're wack as f** you a b**h! When your rhyme is a disaster I should call your a** Canibus There's no way you can handle this I suggest you don't talk sh** Even if you're wearing sandals b**h I suggest you rock kicks! I ain't going to f**ing battle rap you I ain't going to make no song about you I'm the type that will f**ing snap and take your family from you So when you see me, better hit that dough When I raise that thing, better hit that floor And this is just a warning to let you know That the COB is in control [Verse 7: AD-VICE] [Verse 8: Sauce Tha Boss] I'm a boss, you heard, I draw first They blood across the sidewalk n***a, they call me Sauce Mossberg My flow the kinda dope you don't snort My money stack tall homeboy, we different, your dough short If I catch you slippin' I'm sittin' on yo' porch I'm grippin' that blow torch You gettin' yo' dome scorched My team winnin' Plus Cali's my home court I'll piss on yo' cold corpse Then dip in a gold porche, playa You n***as should be watching ya mouth I'll pop you if I catch ya mention ? The choppers is out Shots make you lean wit' it, rock wit' it, skip wit' it like you not from the South [Verse 9: RO] Skipped math cla** but I'm out here doing functions Balling up hundreds, call it number crunchin' Throw away money, I'm just shooting at them buckets Winning like Pacman, f** them judges Barely break a sweat, ain't gotta catch my breath They comin' for my neck, they catch a right and a left Now that leaves a big L, like a right and a left And I don't need that stress, you know I'm doing my best My spear got swag, I'm fresh past d**h If you don't hear how dope I am, your a** is deaf Maybe you just blind, you know you don't go dumb I put the nozzle on your head, now think under the gun [Verse 10: Tim West] I got a mean flow While I'm pissing on these n***a's don't sweat it Now that's a peacoat, you need a hero But I got I feeling, imma' villain Cos' I'm k**ing every mother f**er scene bro' I'm on it, you want it, you need it, I got it You biting like Tyson b**h I'm weaving and bobbing f** rolling off a pill, b**h I'm first on the bill (?) All my n***a's like Buffalo they going for the Bills You ain't as hot as me, b**h I'm a star Im sh**tin' on these n***a's, we call that a**tronomy Tim West, watch me rock it like the ba**line I throw this clock in the trash, now watch me waste time [Verse 11: One-2] You'll get knocked unconscious tryna stop this Voltron shoulders retractable rocket launchers God, this monster C.O.B entourage of mobster's Oxycotons washed down with shots of vodka, got Cynical criminal thoughts, a villainous boss At the round table with good fellas sitting across Toss ideas back and forth like it was lacrosse Plots on how to make our pockets thicker than Ross I'm boo-boo'd up with your b**h in the loft Lauren Hill ain't wish it me the k**er if I sense the competition is soft Non-believers will taste grapes of wrath This .38 will turn your face into a Jason mask One-Dash