[Kool G. Rap]
Here's the motherfuckin magnificent
I'll even bag innocent motherfuckers
See suckers 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 niggaz on the floor bitchin that shit is dead
Tell it to the motherfuckin mortician
So get ready to let the led out I'm knockin niggaz dead out
and blowin the back of your fuckin head out
Cookin niggaz better than mama's dinner
So let the drama enter, I'm sendin niggaz to the trauma center
Because I'm rollin with force, tearin niggaz out the frame
like they was pictures of a bitch that I divorced
Boss, so come on nigga, get wild and loose
I whoop your motherfuckin ass and get arrested for child abuse
Even your bitch can get it nigga
I shove the barrel of a nine up her behind
and pull the fuckin trigger
Goin Psycho like Norman Bates, G. you better sedate
Because lately niggaz ain't able to take me
It ain't a man in the land that can stand G. Rap
Save that candy-rap, shit for the handicapped
Niggaz'll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates
Fuckin with me, y'alld rather fuck with the AIDS virus
Cause I set em up wet em up like sprinkles
And put niggaz to sleep longer than Rip Van Winkle
The quicker the shit, the quicker the hit, I'm peakin a fit
Leavin niggaz sicker than Liberace's dick
Good luck, another hood bucked
I kick you so far up your ass I get my motherfuckin foot stuck
See I manage to give niggaz more than a bandage
Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't cover the motherfuckin damage
Cause I'm bold and bigger, puttin manholes in niggaz
and holdin triggers up, to them golddiggers
So if you all over
