Furiously Dangerous (feat. Slaughterhouse & Claret Jai)

We're so furiously dangerous

Furiously dangerous

Furiously dangerous

Furiously dangerous

Death by lyrical injection

I kill you rappers

A lot of green with a yellow complexion

Women call me the Green Bay packer

I pack the zeros

Meaning mucho deniro

So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get nicked like Melo

Hello, Luda

Tell theses other boys double up

'Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck

My every record's jumping, or playing double dutch

I shit on rappers, every verse just got the bubble guts

Let me tell this to the people not understanding my moxie

Animal, watch me

If you think its's tangible, stop me

But then I hit 'em with a flow, that they can't even copy

See, we don't play that

Where I'm from it's like fantasy hockey

Sup with the dog, thugs want a war

Bad GM, what you want to trade slugs with him for?

While you cuffin' em all, I'm stuffing her jaw

Then leave her for you to rebound

Kevin Love on the boards

Dog, you and your skill retard hard from of our squad

I put you on a crash course in a smart car

Gon' speeding not relying on the brake pad

The car you should only drive on the race track

So the lyings bout your feeling and you Maybach

Are ghost tails from the Phantoms face facts

We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback

In the shape of a tat, you done faded to black, go

We're so furiously dangerous

Furiously dangerous

We're so furiously dangerous

Furiously dangerous

I went from eating top ramen to being top rhymer

Check full of commas

No regrets except for the drama

I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma

My mind in the wrong direction

Now it's time ya bow down and rep to maya

Writ in my honor cause bitch I'm bonker, plural

In a whip with my Lavanka, pompous girl

She on E, feelin' on my me, singing on key

While I'm bumping We Are The World

Got a sniff from Britney, no he didn't did he

We run this town

No he didn't did he

I feel like tinting the glass

You take a sip with me

She from the city of Jackson

I call her Mississippi, that was pretty witty

Your man like a black man tryna get re-elected

He ain't get it, did he?

Sticking it to the pedal, pedal to the floor

Just whipping it through the ghetto

Metal in the door, in case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy

Referee mind state, I'm settling the score

I don't know what ya'll hating for

Wait, wait, know what, matter fact I don't know what ya waiting for

I ain't finna say nothing, turn the bass up more till the speakers pop

I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers spot

See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears

And his tongue in his eat going na na na na na

Just when you think it stop na na na na na

Everything I speak is hot

But don't be mad at least everything you speak is

I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay

Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur

My shit fly like I'm launching manure

Lord of the underground, God of the saw

On Hennessy Black, cold conk to the jaw

Yeah, I'm off the block

This ain't work homie, I'm off the clock

I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer cannibal

With a mechanical mandible to deliver the flammable

Ammo, lyrical animal off the top

Rep that West till I walk with 'Pac

We the two point o' boys, Tiz, Crock, and Joe Royce

New Ghost Rolls Royce, pulled off the lot

Top me, the only way you can stop me

I'm top seed, I pop green at mach speed

So watch me if you haven't seen me the phenomenon

I spit fast as Lamborghini's and Ramadan

We're so furiously dangerous

Furiously dangerous

We're so furiously dangerous

Furiously dangerous

I suggest you shut it down

Pack your 'ish and turn around

Because tonight, we run this town

So let your feet, still swiftly hit the ground

We too dangerous for the World