Royce Da 5'9" - k** Em Pt. 2 lyrics

"It's k**in' me" Please be clear. This is an invasion. Green Lantern in the lab. The invasion. The Bar Exam 2. "Green Lantern" [Kid Vishis]: Last of the spitters Hall of dope n***as from the past to present is sayin', "Next is Vishis" I'm, one of the illest, the realest feel it Competition isn't existence because I got venomous diction You should toss your mic is my advice You expect me to be scary cause you talkin' hype? I'm like, how you gonna pump me up with no shottie then How you gonna fist fight Floyd when you Gotti? I'm the nice right hand Rueger specialist Turn 'em into twins and I'll appear ambidextrous Simultaneous, back and forth trigger movements He bleedin' profusely I've executed my execution I got knowledge but I like violence and loot Type to go to college Not to learn, just to shoot a student Kid Vishis Nothin' fictitious Talked your b**h into believin' my seed is nutritious (Delicious ha ha ha) Yep, then you went and kissed her like it don't matter She went and swallowed my baby batter You sick! I know you been a b**h I hate you worse than fans hate Joe D. for pickin' Darko Milicic I got a k**er spit River current flow I'm as vicious as a pit You a reappearing hoe Sho' nuff I gotta go Bruce Leroy to these decoys Deep speech, each beat I seek and destroy D-Boy The city's prince, I'm really convinced I'm up To being as sick as Two Girls In A Cup (yuck!) I leave these wack MCs alone They won't be in it long They only got so much time like a minute phone Bring your lyrics home Find you with your spirit gone Outlined and scribbled My nine spiral period Idiot I'm on some Frank Nitty, big willie sh** Bout his bread Bout he get you dead and I'm serious! [Royce Da 5'9"]: Delirious Beats be the eeriest Hand on my balls The Boyz N The Hood know my style like Furious I fight dirty I'm Ike scurvy I'll slap a b**h It's obviously like blood on a white jersey Don't go and have an accident Christ Pa**ion-ate You little boys invite me to spaz I'm right on your a** I Mike-Jackson-it My b**h Nina Ross constantly lookin' for p**y You don't push me that pistol is dyke accurate The lights flashin' in the night from the chain Like it's lightening b**hes s**in' up to me My life is a Dyson The chicken with me is a knockout like she a Tyson But like she enticing Bright like the ice in a brightlin The Feds buggin' like I'm lice Whenever we chop it up Like I'm dice And I gas like I'm nitrous I'm on top like I'm icing What you not nice is The block price is higher than the rock pipe is George Bush that bu*ton like the Iraq crisis I'm Ted Diabiase I cop it It's not priceless Insane in the membrane I'm sittin' on top of +Sugar Hill+ like AZ but I'm not Cypress You got a light for the blunt? Fire up Call me Poppa Big Willie/pop a big wheely like the bike front tire up Me and Vish n***a We in tip top shape Myspace I stay in a b**h top eight The only question I ask you b**h n***as is, "Why hate?" The handle on the pistol is pearly like God's gate Y'all n***as sound fishy but you're really squad bait These Guccis, these ain't Chuckies/Chuckys but this is Child's Play