Iron Maiden

What you doin' on our turf, punk?

Got a message for Smokey

Give it

You Smokey, man?

Give it

If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo motherfuckin' message

Motherfucker, I said give me the message

It's from Willie, in the slam

****, you been busted?

Yeah, the man picked me up

Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play with you

Now give me the message

Willie's in Warwick

Doin' one to three

Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to keep cool

He be out one way or another

Quick

Maybe I could stick around for a while

No, that's out man

You know, what can we The Lords do with a punk like you?

Kiss my ass, motherfucker (Burn 'em)

Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you

I'll put trademarks around your fuckin' eye

(Portrayin' won't be payin' uh-huh, uh-huh)

(Yeah, no doubt-no doubt, this Wally Champ, cat)

(Yeah, it's on this one)

Yo, Gambino **** who swipe theirs, deluxe rap cavaliers

Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs

Sit back jollyin'

My team be gamin' like three card

Rallyn' drugs Somalians pollyin'

Many raps they crochetin'

Hey yo Iron these **** portrayin'

But haven't been payin'

For real, slide on these **** like flesh pair

Caesar fade style usually tuck grenade

Throw a blade, fuck gettin' laid

Guzzle this shit like Gatorade

Day to day Wallies half leather, half suede

Connecting with the high stylist, dun

Light up a chalice

I run with nothin' but the wildest, foulest

Come on now, long-dick style

**** on the hit out, hey yo Iron bite my shit out

Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally

Been doin' this a century kid, just meant to be

Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Carribean

Skiin' off white B-M

Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians

Palladium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians

The greatest lesson is don't owe

You might get stole on

When I go bury me with velour on

(When it comes to me, you understand?)

(Just lemme get mines first)

(Then after I get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do)

(Fuck 'em up bad)

Sho 'nuf, hit the bank and thrust

WU Nauticas, Jamie Sommer got trained on the tour bus

We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label

Hittin' white label, left the Winnebago unstable

Smooth sailin' walked in, my earth started kneelin'

Started stealin' I'm too ill, see we're grillin' at the parlay

Kicked up mack, max motion

Michael Bolton magazine quote

I'm too potent

Louisville mix pain kill rap fuck Benadryl

The violin in Knowledge God, sounded ill

Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches

My telephone watch will leave bartenders topless

Dead arm the prosecutor, smacked the juror

Me and my girl will run like Luke and Laura

We sit back on Malayan islands

Sippin' mixed drinks out of broke coconut bowls, we wylin'

Sit back jollyin' uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh huh uh huh sit back jollyin'

Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh

Sit back jollyin'

My team be gamin' like three card

Rallyin' drugs Somalians pollyin'

Sit back jollyin'

My team be gamin' like three card rallyin'

Drug Somalians pollyin'

Uh huh uh huh Sit back

Deep meditation sound orientated

War the blizzard

Rap para-medical the wizard

Cappadonna never caterin' to none

My microphone and three verses weigh a ton of slaughter

You order five thousand back across the water

My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory

Acapella or deep dirty instrumental

I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew

One gallon of wylin', Park Hill profilin'

I cut your face a buck fifty sure, while you're smilin'

For violatin' my position

I'll leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission

Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance

Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence

Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy

You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me

'Cause I'm P-L-O-T-K-O every day

Dancehall General Party Fanatic Colonel

Cappadonna son of old school, Disco Inferno

Veteran for rappin' with the new set of WU the hard rappin'

Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin'

When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle

I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methical

Every evenin' I have a by-myself meetin'

Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'

From my mental slangin' bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare

I brutalize all competition catch hell here

Chance him that's what they said threw up a ransom

I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it

Give me my reward

(The way I, the way I wanna get 'em)

(I want 'em gotten)

(I want 'em layin' out)

(I want 'em gotten)

('Cause **** need to be gotten)

(He need to be taken off of here)

(That's right)