[Ras Kass]
My style is sex and violence, vocabulary and science
In an uneasy alliance
Let's toast the bread like a plugged up appliance (I'll drink to that!)
Remy on the rocks, the real estated eventually, son
Reverse (deverdi pras to pras verdi?) like, Century 21
I want the mansion and the yacht
And all the shyt them rich wack rappers got (then the ultimatum was read)
Like every MC woke up with a thouroughbred horsehead in they bed
In other words, teflon tops with kevlar nuts
The closest I ever been to ass was cigarette butts
I'm nice, that's probably why I don't be fukkin with Sprite
Cause thirst is nothin, image is everything on the mic
These days, these DJs get paid under the table
Pay the most popular producer on the most popular label
Pay for full page ads in the most popular magazine
Now you got the most popular new artist
Guaranteed the air we breathe is thin, better tell her
Then I'mma choke the bytch out at 11:59, reveal the real Cinderella
(AAAAAAHHHHHHH!) When two hydrogens reach my oxygen atom
You can't gat 'em or get at 'em
Anatomically designed to be solar, fukk the rap star
When I die I want nikkas doin drive-by's with my ashes in the car
R-A-S, H20 liquifyin you assets
Repo your flow even in (prepo letho?)
Straight outta Aruba, lampin with my boo from Bermuda
Lickin rugers in Cuba, blowin nikkas out the frame
With brass knuckles and a tuba, my new maneuver is scuba
360 degrees of revenge like Montezuma