King Cobra (Barz)

Lazër: We are controlling transmission Don't even change the station, I'm goin' Jason Statham Creatin' mayhem, crank the bass until it cave your face in Theze haterz? H erase 'em, 'cauze I waz made to spray them You thought my name waz Satan how my flamez incinerate 'em It'z straight evisceration when I'm takin' aim and blazin' Lamer imitationz get a taste of my amazin' phrasin' Makin' bangerz like a gang initiation Paper-chasin', lay them beatz and then I lace 'em tight az strangulation Invasion of the body catcher, shottie blast ya The Veloci-rapper chop 'em up and toss 'em in a garbage can or Smash 'em with a steamroller King Cobra striking anything close enough to me, yo You're cream soda-type sweet Tryin' to meet my skeet quota, got a mean boner Have a sleepover, baby let Sneaky Sneak show ya That big foot-long brat, you could call it “Sasquatch” Stick it in down low, Zach Randolph I'm 'bout az high az your dad'z sockz Hella tight with a mic/Mike like Adrock This some good dick, trick what your man gotz? Mama, I'ma get you off like Matlock 'cauze Hammel go hard, never rap soft You ain't sick homey, that'z just a bad cough I'm what you call a “have”, and you'z a “have-not” I'm gettin' paper just to sit around and whack off Throwin' dough up in the sky... that'z hand-tossed So much ice, 'bout to start takin' slapshotz Cold lampin' with your chick, J-J-Jack Frost And don't trip, boy I'll rip your fuckin' nadz off Release the raptor and Sneak'll slash ya in half, watch Az I eat cadaverz of sheepish rapperz like lambchopz You dealin' with a real mac[k], fuck your laptop Puttin' out that fake shit, y'all some spambotz You seen the rockz my camp floss They make your face go white like Gandalf And shit yourself, g'on player, check your pantz Drop jewelz, all haterz get the ballz... hand-off In the rag-top, I got my strap cocked Sneak heavy in this game, no he can't stop S-steady stack gwap, just bought a phat yacht I got that hustler in my veinz, every last drop Gettin' mad propz, don't want no smack talkz Y'all could save that pussy shit for the cat box Or get your ass popped, I'm on my Black Opz I move unitz muhhfucka, every track'z hot You think it'z rap? Nah kid, this some crack rock You need a fix, come see me at the stash spot Open up the padlock, Crowbot scan blockz for the damned copz They want my cash cropz But they don't know about the mascot With that Lazër eye, he blast lotz The world'z most danger MC, Ken Shamrock with the pen G' damn, this jam knockz Peace!