Blackout

Yo, yo, yo, yo it's funk Doc

Where the weed at, bitch?

I speed backwards down a one way

From cops, see that shit?

Believe that shit slaughter

Straight to camcorder

I'm too hot for TV

Rap draw water

My windpipe's attached to project ballers

You yell turn the heat down

My voice, DVD 'round sound

So I'm heard 'round town

And chances of ya'll leaving?

'Round now

Wait later, we'll make front page paper

Date raper with juvenile eighth graders

Hit the high school and 187 César

When I bust, ya'll need to back fo' acres

Doc ya'll, and that's my man Jabberjaw

The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?

I'm from the underground

My sound lift

Platform shoes to bitches

Fo' hundred pounds

Get up, stand up, back up, push up

Jump up, act up, to make ya'll feel it

Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em

Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em

Yo, blackout, shoot out

Smoked out, move out

Even knock your tooth out

To make ya'll feel it

Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em

Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em

And I'm the street-talkin', dog walkin'

Approach me with extreme caution

Oh now you forcin' my hand

To rock your cradle often

I'm hot, scorchin'

But stone cold like Steve Austin

If you smell what Tical cookin'

Ain't tryna see Central Booking

So tell your goon stop looking

Know what you did last summer

So I started hooking

You past shookin'

Off a open can of ass-whooping

Ain't no tomorrows

In the Method's little shop of horrors

Go ask your father who the father

From the hill to harbor

You know the saga, marijuana

Blunts and Goldschläger

With deadly medley ya'll ain't ready

For Shakwon and Reggie

Don't even bother

They radio for back up, alright then

Your man got slapped up

Extorted for his ice and

Street life is triflin', body over here

Don't make me pull a Tyson

And bite a **** ear

Precise and, slicin' jugulars

The cutthroat

Ruggeder, predator, viking, et cetera

People's champ

**** be taking on competitors

Reachin' for the microphone

Relax and light a bone

Straight from the catacomb

The children of the corn

That don't got a clue

Prepare for desert storm

Get up, stand up, back up, push up

Jump up, act up, to make ya'll feel it

Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em

Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em

Yo, blackout, shoot out

Smoked out, move out

Even knock your tooth out

To make ya'll feel it

Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em

Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em

I scored 1.1 on my SAT

And still push a whip with a right and left AC

Gorilla, big dog, if my name get called

I'm behind the brick wall with arsenic jaws

Spit poison

Got a gun permit, draw

Gun down at sundown, you keep score

This trainin' course and ya'll ain't fit

On my crew tombstone put

We all ain't shit

Yo all you gonna be, wanna be

When will you learn?

Wanna be Doc and Meth gotta wait your turn

I spit a .41 revolver on New Year's Eve

With the mic in my hand

I mutilate MC's

The most slept on since Rip Van Wink'

My shit stinks with every element

From a to zinc

So whatchu think?

I'ma blackout on just one drink

You must be crazy

A little off the wall maybe

Go get a shrink

Get up, stand up, back up, push up

Jump up, act up, to make ya'll feel it

Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em

Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em

Yo, blackout, shoot out

Smoked out, move out

Even knock your tooth out

To make ya'll feel it

Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em

Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em