The R.O.C. - Knuckle Up lyrics

[Intro] Stand Up Boss Up Fist Up f** it up, b**h! [X4] [Verse 1: Prozak] I'm raw like Jigsaw, dismemberin' your skeletals Breakin' apart your jaw while stompin' all across your genitals You wanted a war, you got it, now come and face me You must be crazy trying to escape thee Rosemary's baby I was born to defeat deceitful people, relieve them of the lies of evil With knives that are lethal, while leaving them Rest in Peaceful I'm a full blown psychopath! Full grown maniac! Known to get the last laugh, and you don't want to f** with that! My mental pain is conveyed with rage and anguish With a hatred I can't contain to explain to this English language So why must I insist to persist to inflict damage When we come face-to-face you'll be draped with Ace Bandages [Hook x4] Now if you're with me (Stand up!) If you're fed up, (Boss up!) Put your f**in' (Fist up!) Knuckle up, f** it up b**h! [Verse 2: The R.O.C.] (These hoes) No more sleep n***as! (My zone) Give me fifty feet n***as! (No clone) Fist to your cheek n***as! (Cracked bone) Yeah I'm a beast n***a Cry for more, ride to war, beat my chest like King Kong Life is more, not we saw, demons in this f**ing song You can't survive, we thrive like co*kroaches No way, but I'm stomping that b**h til ain't no motion It's open, that door, lean forward Your body snatch a sun goes down for you This shoe stick pinches like cactus Pursues your arms, legs, your bones Broke in the dome like Mike Jack, closed case I flip then I ain't coming right [Hook x4] [Verse 3: The Dirtball] Better get a motherf**in knife if you're thinkin you can k** me Instead of a scratch I'm gonna cut deep inside you, you are ill B I set em on fire, let em expire, let em e-f**in-xplode My gasoline – my pride, my grind – it never done slow Hit em in the fangs, seekin them dead in the flesh of the track I pillage and hustle the circuit never to pause, don't ever look back Maniacal rapper divided Insane in the flesh, can't fight it Bloody the knuckles are anger provided Iller the most of the pack yea I'm rappin this hallucination Don't you f**in change that station We have neglected to give you and earful To stabbing your earholes Sicker than all of the demons combined Sicker than most psychotic of minds Sicker than hell itself, that be my steal-o [Hook x4]