I Wait To See Your Skull Vibrate



When I Bury The Hatchet



I Hope You Catch It



I'll Attach It



To His Focus When I Broke His Head In Half



Feel The Wrath On My Behalf



I Drop Math



And English



Leaving You Squeamish



Then I Squish Your Wish



You're All Phucken Dreamers



No Time For Tiddlywinks If Your Tities Is Pinks



Then You Are White And I'm Not The Right Man (not For Me)



But You Can Blow Pipe And My Style Is So Tight



I Be Carvin' Mc's When I'm Starvin'



You Little Chunks Of Punks That I Dunks In My Coffee



Get Off Me I'm Not Your Softie



But You Will Call Through Your Breath To Him,



Def To Them



Silly Broads, I Phuck Them Then I Chuck Them



In The River



Without A Liver,



Then I Donate To Science, 'cause I'm A Giver



The Mysterious Clearly Busts Brains With My Brawn



Ask Sean



Cassidy About How I Trash Mc's



On The Daily, Alex Haley Had To Write About It



Darlin But It's True



Get A Clue



I'm Tellin You The Truth You'll Be Toothless



Then The Boots Gets Smoked Like They On Fire,



I Desire



Like Salt N Pepa I'll Phuck A Fat Heifer,



Like I Was Fritz The Cat



And She Admits To Fat,



So I'm Movin' Removin Wackness From My Stratosphere



If I Thought That That Was Near. . .



[CHORUS:]



"Still Bet That You Can Harm Me, But You Don't Alarm Me..."



You're Just A Test Tub Baby



You Can't Fade Me



But Hey, G Your Style Is Lazy



Boy You're Crazy



Losin' It



Check Out My Fusion Kit



It's Welding Rhymes And Propelling



Swelling,



Getting Bigger



Getting Niggas In Hea