be actin maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun My rhyming skills
Who doesn't have a band? Shit I don't know What kind of sane person drops his own name What kind of sane person boos his own band off stage What kind
in double time As the battle begins, Napoleon springs his audacious plan He?ll attack them on two fronts, splitting up his warring band As the Prussians
coverage area Send me the bill if all my lovin' is scarin' ya Dare you to dream the way that I believe I got the skill to go commando in any fatigues I got the best damn band
And plus I get paper dog, don't let me forget The watch face so blue like it's holdin it's breath Can't see me skill for skill or check for check It's
the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Yo my name is Bill Dur, bouncing is my skill, duh, Smoke
Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Yo my name is Bill Dur, bouncing is my skill, duh, Smoke ten packs
up, punk. Jon: Whatever nigga... Fred: Say what, say what? (x4) Jon: My dick is bigger than yours... Fred: Say what, say what? (x3) Jon: My band
: I've met someone that makes me feel seasick Oh what a skill to have Oh what a skill to have So many skills that make her distinctive But they're not
, reappear-pear, off in Cali And you feel me daddy, proudly I done stalk like a mad man And went through shit in Cleveland with the band Now look at
be actin maniac in action A brainiac in fact son you mainly lack attraction You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun My rhyming skills
I shit on the petty I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news I'm crazy and clever, cut those of crews Death on the phono, my skills are Polo You say "Oh
't play or stress me Cause that shit don't impress me I make papes off the shit I create, and then dictate So get your motherfuckin shit straight I got skills
Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin' my Squad been waitin' For the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin' An orgination of veterans built With genuine skills
no matter how hard you try "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" First you start mumbling Then you start stumbling Then your motor skills
heat is back The teacha's back, the heat is back Had to chill for a minute so you could see what was whack Rappers enter the game to increase they stack No skill
P.H.A.T. original band Who's hot, who's not? You best step back, Korn on the cob You need a new job, time to take them mic skills Back to the dentist
. Making lunch for the baseball bunch, while playing violin. Feeding bands to giant clams, that's where the fun begins. cantaloupes and cowboy ropes, hone those whittleing skills
