KUNG FU ANTICS (ROUND 1) I think it's time so I shall start Now watch me get sharp as darts And draw blood But not with a pen or a pencil But with Zen, cos I'm into martial arts So if you prefer to brawl I'll make you fall to the dirt and crawl But y'all should just get back first of all Before I kick ya a** up in the nuts Step back and laugh and then I'll ask - "ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, did that hurt your balls?" HEY! It's sickening how n***as be trippin' But if they keep on insisting on gettin' them whippin's Then I'm ma be giving them symptoms of victims And if they keep trippin'? Then they just "must be tired of living" And since that's how they felt - "I'll help" While fools be looking rough Acting all hood and tough But the truth of the matter is ("what's wrong?") "You're not good enough" -"I guess I better show you" "FIGHT!", "I want your life!", "right!" Here I come, the 20 palm strike! Straight illin' like I'm a villain While I'm filling his grill with my fist And then when I get him I'm whippin' his a** so bad That he get's mad and cries out to his guys - k** him!!! "k**, k**!" So now it's time to attack and hit Smack and kick, with acrobats with splits And backwards flips, fast and quick Smashing pricks Just like some bad a** in an action flick Now try my Dragon Fist! Break- "I can handle all of you, without using weapons" "Watch me then", "Round 2" "I'll not show you again" "FIGHT!" (ROUND2) Kats can come catch a TRASHING QUICK AS HELL While I abuse dudes with smooth kung fu moves Like Bruce and for amusement I even school 'em on the moves That I choose to use on fools As I do them to defuse them Such as - "DRAGON WHIPS HIS TAIL!" And if them dumb f**s try to make their guns buck Then I'll jump up and then come cluck 'em Upside they f**in' heads with some nun chucks Because I didn't come to play So if you try to front or either have something dumb to say Then may I suggest that it be best That you just- "Go on run, run away, run away" Cos I ain't got time for kids steppin' I see there this headin' So if you pricks messing around Then I'll see to it that your soul HITS HEAVEN And you die before the time that I can count it down from "1...2...3...4...5...SIX-SEVEN!... Down!" Break- "They're all dead!" "You lose", "Round 3" "k**, k**- FIGHT!" (ROUND 3) I'll make your head crack like when Ice breaks Or I might take my knife's blade And then straight slice fakes into rice cakes And my fist are quick as a supped up car You can be a hood dude or a super star And still catch two to the jaw Cos truthfully- "I don't give a damn who you are" Now I told you and I told your friends You don't wanna throw them hands Cos you won't stand no hope or chance And if you don't believe me - "Well, let me show you man" Uh, cos I'll tag that eye in a blink I told ja So before ya go and get yourself hurt ya jerk - "I advise you to think it over" Cos my style's severe, there's nothing but power here And ain't no doubt that I'll bring out you cowards fear Yo, so -"now get out of here" Yo so you better get back jack with that crap Before I get that mad when a wack try to act bad Then Im'ma snap with attacks that'll crack backs When they get smacked with a pack of my Jap slaps And that's that And a matter a fact Then I'mma hit 'em over 21 times like black jack Like - "ahhhhhhhhhh" Atatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatata! - Watahhh!!!!!"