U Can't Handle This
You would if you could
But you can't
So you ain't
The minute I step in dis bitch
I hear Oh shit Mothafucka God Damn!
Watch out for dat nigga
You can't handle em
For a period of time
no one can match those rhymes to mine
I'm top of the line
Prickin your ass like a porcupine
I know what to do to knock your stupid ass so bad It ain't no challenge!
This ain't no mothafuckin fluke, This pure deep talent!
I'm Gifted, Explicit mistressed and Explicit
Brand new home, same old nigga
I ain't playin with you bitches!
Why you niggaz be rappin
Like your scared and unprepared
I'm gonn have ya leave this mothafucka sayin Whatd that mothafucka said?
Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like elvis and the beetles
That gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles
Niggaz that got beef wit me
Better bring a heater
or either bow down to me
Cut off you dick, jesus
that's the reason I'm fuckin wit niggaz
Wasup wit dem niggaz dats talkin shit
You better go fuck wit anotha nigga
You can't handle this!
Oh shit, Motha Fucka! God Damn! x8
Certified rhyme busta
Bitch Nigga, Bitch nigga
Same nigga, If I'm not that nigga
but that nigga from punks, still come with the rif raf
went from Gold diggin, ta gold chains
I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train!
fightin like a wild coyote
Like capone, hot seller
Keep your fuckin deck deader, then a bad woodpecker
I don't like niggaz tryin ta run up on my shit and set
I'm the tarantula on the catipillar, Bitch ill kill ya
Catch more attention, then oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, Hot tracks, A full room of rebocks
I've got the gift that'll make a Bitch get off me
spent like charles barkley
So bitch don't start me!
who's that click?
use to be mobbin in my hood
Beware! Here I go!
get that boy good
Come like, there I was
When were y'all idiots in the cut?
i raise the hacksaw, you jump back
Now y'all niggaz don't want no trouble, can't stop us
I know ya'll nigga know better than to fuck wit tha man
don't ya (dont ya)
Nigga don't you know what my style can't be poached
and every nigga around, probably got beef wit somebody
But that's the same nigga between the fighters
I ain't got it (i ain't got it)
When underground rules, will be tha day
My legs start to shake
another nigga couldnt off throw me on skates!
I'm the supplier
The gasoline on your fire, Got em dodge em
Michael Tyler! The drunken fighter
y'all Niggaz can't do what I do!
(man fuck that nigga)
Naw Motherfuck you!
Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcore
Bitch I got it if you bad enuff to take it
Its yours!
A lyrical ass whoopin
Is what I'm cookin
Hungry, Spittin all over your room when you wasn't lookin
ain't no canibus, the wrong nigga with ta mess
You get tha flatback like rambo Bitch
YOu can't handle this!
