Ski Beatz - Electric Chair lyrics

Yeah yeah Punishment (Young Zee) I'm bring hell when I smoke Ls like Sensai Then Kunta Kenta backbone won't need Ben Gay The notes brings swarms like troops in Desert Storm On Mcs (Out the trees) like the Vietnamese And I drink straight Everclear mixed with beer I'm weird, using punk a** hearts for souvenirs It's Dark Crystal, or Clash of the Titans I get hype and lightenin' start strikin' when I'm writin' I'm sniffing black c**aine Me and Slang hit the hunchback of Notre Dame I wanna rule the land so I scanned and planned Doing drivebyes in Iran in a white Sedan I write raps in the Moutains with half ounces The Outz sh**, on all the kids you hang around with You lucky Zee ain't the mayor Or I'd give your clique the Electric Chair (Outsidaz) You have no hair, the Electric chair (Your click...hahahaha) 3x (DU) Look, all I needed was to be drunk and weeded So I could freak with, three chicks on Sealy Posturepedic (Pacewon) This man pulls Damsales, I'm know to hang crews And piss on they face as they dangle from the ankels Pacewon is super even if I got no Buddah Or loot-ah, I still +Maxwell+ like Grand Puba (DU) I buy One Day At A Time (Pacewon) I pack more tools then Snider (DU) Pacewon, explain how these men become biters (Pacewon) Well first they get thirsty And since our style is +Milk+ They sip and get freaky with our style like silk But it's no haps, cause we been rapping since grade 3 To be +Originators+ like Jaz and Jay-Z These biters wack, one tried to tap my celly And got buried like pigs in my pet cemetary Priest sounding like this ain't a righteous way to be Or achieve the "Glamorous Life" like Sheila E Whoa, all your Vipers before you try to bite us Beware or get the Electric Chair (Outsidaz) You have no hair, THE ELECTRIC CHAIR! (Young Zee) Zee needs to be inside a rap institution Cause I start grouping and k** two men, EXECUTION Stop from what they rapping about We throw them in the chair and watch they eyes pop out (Pacewon) Hear this, Electric Chair is property of The Outsidaz Mafia, designed for rhyme copiers And HeMen, hip hop fiends that be theivin' And wannabiters like a baby when it's teethin' (Outsidaz) We k** kids that try to steal sh** from us And laugh at they a** while their skin turns colors (Young Zee) The Outz strap biters down one at a time Then turn the switch, and watch they a** fry (for they crimes) Yeah yeah too many Owls and Zee gets buckwild Then get bits two quarts of my style If you bite me, I don't care Kid I swear, you'll get the Electric Chair (The Outsidaz ad-lib until the end)