Knock Em out Da Box (feat. Rottin Razkals)

We hacked this and fought that, and all that good shit

And if you wanna throw, you better pitch for the Mets, bitch

I'ma flow with the skirt, I get jumps

As far as sinking with the ship, I'm with the captain that jump first

I ain't the can of paint that bled red, G

And every motherfucker gonna drown and save me

I go out full-blown, and you can't sue me

See, that's why a broke compass, couldn't lose me

I'm fuckin', and suckin', and duckin' your girl like nothin'

Butterin' her muffin, she's where I do most my nuttin'

You take my spot, I ain't got no spot

Save the spots for polka-dots

I'm knockin' asses out the fuckin' box

Knock him out da box, knock him out

Knock him out da box, knock him out

Knock him out da box, knock him out

Knock him out da box, knock him out

Get your weight up, or ****, get your fade up

Open your eyes, wake up

This ****'s throwin', straight up

Throw punches and shit, in the mix, we got our bag of tricks

Take some licks while you're ridin' our dicks

Fuck your family, they sweeter than candy

Sometimes I'm outta hand, see, some **** can't stand me

But fuck 'em all, I stand tall if they wanna brawl

Won't stop flippin' or kickin' until I make ya upward fall

Bring on ya whipper-snappers

Wit' a rotten bunch of rappers, leave you hanging from the rafters

I ain't shit and never was shit

So if you had all your wits, motherfucker, you'd start poppin' it

'Cause I ain't one for the chit-chat

The Razkals ain't with that

Get back, keep a MAC in my backpack

A penny for my thoughts, a million dollars ain't enough

I've been to hell and back, kicked out 'cause I'm too rough

A billy-club swinger, body-bruisin' master

Evil little bastard, my goal is disaster

Been through war and battle, beaten **** with paddles

Sorted chumps like cattle, I get more ass than a saddle

Gimme a break, ****, I'm breakin' reps

So swallow up your pride and try to follow in my footsteps

Those who wanna flex off the hooligans

You better slow down and listen up to the Nubians

I rip necks and my swingers flowin'

I'm like the Energizer Bunny, still goin'

Tracks and battle-raps, bitches get pimp-slapped

Catch the contact, my dressing room we smoke stack

Eyes of violence, **** stand in silence

Some fear my talents, I'm a lyrical challenge, yo

People-music by the blocks and blocks

But the Rottin Razkals here

Knock 'em out da box