Sir Jinx - Nuff Said lyrics

[Verse] Here's the motherf**in magnificent I'll even bag innocent motherf**ers See s**ers like there was ten I sent So if you come in my way - great, I pull out the trey - eight Kool G. Rap's your fate, and not your playmate So all you n***as on the floor, b**hin that sh** is dead Tell it to the motherf**in mortician So get ready to let the led out, I'm knockin n***as dead out And blowin the back of your f**in head out Cookin n***as better than mama's dinner So let the drama enter, I'm sendin n***as to the trauma center Because I'm rollin with force, tearin n***as out the frame Like they was pictures of a b**h that I divorced Boss, so come on n***a, get wild and loose I whoop your motherf**in a** and get arrested for child abuse Even your b**h can get it n***a I shove the barrel of a nine up her behind And pull the f**in trigger Goin Psycho like Norman Bates, G. you better sedate Because lately n***as ain't able to take me It ain't a man in the land that can stand G. Rap Save that candy-rap, sh** for the handicapped n***as'll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates f**in with me, y'alld rather f** with the AIDS virus Cause I set em up wet em up like sprinkles And put n***as to sleep longer than Rip Van Winkle The quicker the sh**, the quicker the hit, I'm peakin a fit Leavin n***as sicker than Liberace's dick Good luck, another hood bucked I kick you so far up your a** I get my motherf**in foot stuck See I manage to give n***as more than a bandage Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't cover the motherf**in damage Cause I'm bold and bigger, puttin manholes in n***as And holdin triggers up, to them golddiggers So if you all over my dick just like a rubber My rap is so fat, I make sales in f**in' whale blubber You better duck, I'm like a volcano when I erupt You b**h-a** rappers'll get f**ed And you'll be one ho, like Marilyn Monroe Left on d**h row, because I let the gun go Bang blow your motherf**in brains out But you need more than detergent to get that motherf**in stain out Cause I serve more crabs than Red Lobster's When I pop shots, I leave lotsa dead mobsters Put down the microphone whether unknown or famous You're out of luck and I don't give a fu*k what your name is Boy you better split, cause I'mma house sh** My dick'll be rich if you n***as Wants to put your money where your mouth is Ga**ed up a** n***a, come set it Cause when I pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded Now you could be a gold or a platinum artist But deep down, you f**in silly clowns know who's the hardest n***as I watered down with the quarter pound Cause my slaughter sound can be caught around And found the slaughter town For the clowns got eighty rounds worth of ammo Play it again Sam, put on my jams, f** a piano I'm leavin lame n***as brain dead Aww f** it, nuff said