Hip Hop Weekly, C.O.B., Crooked Eye, Treacherous, Circle of Motherfuckin' BossesI got a request on MySpace for the Horseshoe Gang on the Hip Hop WeeklyYou know how we do this *We stay true to those who stay true to usYou want it, you got itYou understand me?I let my niggas shine right in front of meThese other niggas scared to be outshined by boys better than themI want my boys to be better than me, bitchThis cat's a rat gorillaPackin' a maxillaMatter of fact, I'm strapped like a Jack the Strat-dealerClackin' the ratchets or stop static like antennasImagine Bin Latin slash HitlerI'm that niggaI'm that killer-killerAttila the Cat-killerI'm Rick Jack the DraculaThe Jack RipperWith his glass of cashIt's my jazz like Zad PitcherThat mixture makes Mr. Body Bag TipperI'm a copycat killerI'm a copy Gaddafi in a hockey maskYou rockin' the body castI'm a kamikaze crashUntil your Matarati paparazzi snap picturesOf Mr. Cocky RattlerThat's betterI give a *I get that stripperLet her lick the dickAnd act as I forgot the tipperIn fact, I stifferThis the Dodger hatDo you copy that?Give me the hottest trackAnd I'll be back sickerI ruin anatomyYour crew ain't as bad as meI'm chewin' you and your familyFor spewin' insanityI speak fluent profanityYou can't censor the flowSerious raps censors the flowThis vandal is bananas when ramblin' linesSome scandals is mineBaffling graphics are blondePater is cat, it's involvedSavage and Hazard is wrongFactor is faggot, it's donePackin' a maxillaBack in the ratchetIn my jacketI'm standin' with ArnieDisgrapin' his rappersAnd smatterin' out of his mindIt's schizophrenicAnd batterin' savageIt's ArnieNot Mr. Nice GuyStick him upI'm Mr. LightI give a *I tie niggas upHalf a fella's descendantInfant relativeMissin' himL.M.O.LimitHe fell in the sin chipsMeddlin' richesFor meddlin' niggasSpellin' with henchman hatsAlthough I'm smellin' my brothers' scentWhen I pull them thangs outBullets, they rang outRip through your frameTearin' your flesh and veins outWe cause a rain droughtC.O.B.Know what I'm talkin' boutA reckless side ballin''ll get you stonedThe * outMy flow's was foolishBetter get bananasBroncosOr whatever you can think ofIn your mindThat would haunt yaI'm cold with the verbalsMy flow clogs your mindLike some purpleSo don't try to penetrate my circleWe hard as titaniumC.O.B.'s a religionSo we go kamikazeJust like we was IraniansI'ma tell you what it doI'm rollin' with screws looseSpit the fur sicker than MildewWhen you're blue tooI never let off warnin' shotsShoot firstAnd never ask questionsWhen I'm on the blockI'm on the blockI put eight in your bayThen eight sweaterThen go ape on niggasWho think they tougher than leatherI cover my face with a Jason maskYour face is adjacentTo a H.K.Pleased to make your acquaintanceYou can try takin' evasive actionThe way to escapePackin' like I'm takin' vacationsMy hair goneYou can say I misplaced itWith hand-eye coordinationHold choppersThreaded in bracesThis is crazy narrationNo paraphrasingI'm changin' the way I convey itI'm makin' a statementMy mental's intuitiveMy bitches is stewardessFlockWho is this?Who is this?I'm the twisted sick lunatic guyI do this *Only few can do itIn the booth I spew itSpit itPuke itIt's putrid sewageArugula your medullaShoot through your uvulaYou lose itFluidSoon the view looserFor my crew is goonishJulius Lucci's cubeInfluenceHuey Newton tooSuperhumanI'm you with a few improvementsHorseshoe gameI'm the fuckerYou fellas got this acapellaDropper confusedI chop you with the same velocityPropellers on helicopters are usedUndercovers never stop in my movesCheck his postureHis speech hella properI smell a cop on my doomThrough telescopic optical fuseI spot youThen pop your balloonYou * like a cock in a wombI'm operating under the monikerDoctor of doomInaugurated top goonBy the dodger platoonFeel meYou soon to see lunacySoon as rifles fireI goPsychoStupid like GoliathDo this Michael MyersWhen I'm holding a gunUnloaded till I'm the only oneLike a unicycle tireRiderGet your ass brappedIf you're hardFace clap pastCaptain PicardYeahGet your ass brappedI got them straps in your yardThat brap make you dance with the starsGive a damn who you areDude I blame you to MarsPluck em like brand new guitarsCap shatter tattoosAnd crack through the parkYes y'allI'm the B O double S y'allOf the whole west y'allYes y'allLet's brawlLet's drawKevlar vest your best call* I packCrack your chest wallMy mind's a metaphorical oracleWhen I'm recording itOpens a door to a portalThat makes it explorable for mortalsThe journey is historicalI don't careTore the corridors of my inner coreWhere war is adorableYou feel meWhere being not hot is unaffordableYou feel meWhere you find out them other niggas horribleNext week
