S-Ra - Table Freestyle lyrics

[Spoken] Table Freestyle 2014 SRA Yeah They gonna get it Let's go Take it back for a second round Motherf**ers comin up And they going down, like a pow-wow In South East Palmdale, listen to the guy now Motherf**in Cali like my intellect's sh**e now C'mon Eat my sh**, steal my wits, yeah If you want it you get my CD b**h And I don't quit If they want it they can s** (this) And they sit Idly on the parapet First line in and they already gave up Motherf**ers be on Some kind of easy sh**, 1-1 and they can't even get a 1Up And if you f** with me I'll f** you too then, b**h Try to get it But you just failed And if you're looking out for me You had better f**in' bail Cuz I'm comin' in like Sherman and you give me 25 reasons to k** you Welcome to hell, population: your family j**els I'm the devil and we gonna be one big crew Everybody, everybody They want it They want it They want it So, so bad They talkin Hannibal Lecter Cannibal in disguise With some poison drippin mandibles Like an animal who's despised Staring so intensely they thought I hit 'em in the eyes I'ma go off like a bomb, take these b**hes wit' me Yeah girl you can call me drop-dead, welcome to Sin City Yeah, I ate a dictionary as a child, made me go wild Throwin explosive verses like a nuclear silo Makin' 10 mil an hour Crazy wild child Talked so much sh** it clogged the toilet And charged me for twice an hour, oiled and boiled it But I could only smile as they walked my way Told em to f** it and hopped in a Chevrolet Now give me a new style, throw me another Word to your mother f** all the motherf**ers going undercover I'm underground, under sound Taken to the dog pound and they put me down For acting like a bada** rep with mags in hand Come down on bunny rabbits like I gon' do to the mic stand I'ma come around, after I'm done you won't be able to stand (me) If they want it If they want it If they want it So, so bad Now this is the part where the beat breaks down No one can move cuz they know this is my town Shut up b**h, I make my own nouns now Pullin in the capital Tapping so many raps I might just be a f**in cla**ical f** my verse is magical, hurtin' international If you're looking for a challenge damn man, that's laughable I spit fire, my dick is draggin, s**m is highly flammable They pullin on the stick like the damn thing is manual Throw me a vowel, dismembering your f**in guts, throwing in the bowel You're duller than dirt and you're B.O.'s f**in foul (Stop rapping man) You sound like a f**in werewolf who forgot how to howl If your ego is bruised, your brain is too now And them girls don't like that little flappy bird shrew...ow And they got it down on speed dial, better get it quick You about to see what happens when you an unruly prick And they got it (x5) So, so bad So bad So bad, bad bad Bad