Kimbo Slice

All right, you fools. You've brought it on yourselves! Everything would have come right if you'd only left me alone. I'll show you!

Astray

You wanna hear the goon snap off the boom-bap?

Gon’ slap me in a room packed with rappers I’ll turn into a Doom track

I consume the wack, the looming rap monsters back from out of his black tomb unwrapped

Howling at the moon, in back of the black lagoon

The human bat Dracula will soon attack

Now stop (Stop where you are!)

And let the track resume

Spit over 40 so perhaps I get some black balloons

Every flow written is forbidden and close sittin’ in a speaker box right behind the secret locked door hidden

Cold-ridden so you don’t get in, cause you know spitting thieves are foul leaving my style so bitten

No bull-shittin

I got folders full, of multi-syllable flows that are quotable

But (you wanna?) suck a dick as big as totem poles

'Til your whole neck gets so swole that your throat explodes

Took the old-ables advice and colors and since that I been twice, no thrice, the lover

Yeah my dick game nice, cut so many hoes that my nickname slice

The gentleman got your feminine legs tremblin’ cause she came twice

Women entice, until my cheese turn them into mice. But that don’t end nice

When I won’t even leave ‘em a thin slice. I win fights beating up pussies, call me Kim Slice

Been nice with 3’s, like Glen Rice, I just need a bitch who will invite individual friends twice

I like my trim nice and slim like some gym tights

(Them tights?) so women can spend as many as ten nights

I’m talking slim like skin-tight. Then, tight as best friends, gotta wrestle to get the rest in tight

So the chicks with the big wounds can leave

Cause if I wanted room to breathe, I’d put it in your windpipe

I’m a slim tight Mac, in a black suit with thin white pin stripes and a limp, living a pimps’ life, a gorilla pimp

You tried and made a lil’ attempt, but still a simpler man a banana pealing chimp

My diligent, criminal intent’s to break into banks through ceiling vents, stealing ever dollar bill and cent

My feelings went out the window with a cloud of Indo, I doubt their about to rekindle, so now I’m millitent

Peep the style and the way your chick sweat it

The number one question is ‘could that bitch get it’?

Her pussy was dry ’til the thought of my dick wet

And I was a humble guy, ’til she made me big headed

Get it? Nah? Fuck it, forget it

You will let it sit up in your brain for a minute

But for now peep the style and the way your chick sweat it

Cause my answer to the question is that bitch can get it

Yeah, she know she can, and you know she can

So hold her closely fam, cause on the low she plan, to be the biggest damn ho she can

She and my flow, she wide open like a China-man grocery stand

I’m flyer than a human cannon ball, hotter than an upstairs room in Panama with no central air

You see my pencil flair? When I write, you try to bite, you’ll need dental care

Now I should get a standing ovation, handed donations, I tried dammit

Got a God granted vocation. My third album, SoundScan was amazing, without a single jam in a standing rotation

Scanned a whole nation and a globe case and the planets whole race, in any random location

You won’t find a man thats so amazing

I’m flammable, I’m blazing, raging, like an animal thats caged in

I made a transformation, now I’m iller than a cancer patient

Cut the beat like an amputation, get the fans' ovation, I’m about to entrance the nation, like a new dance sensation

I’ll show you who I am ! And WHAT I am! Hahaha