Splatterball

<br>Ya looking down tha street and ya see me comin`<br>small fuckin nigga wit da mic<br>and I`m bustin out these rhymes for you to hear<br>so wipe away that mofo tear<br>don`t cry I know that I scare you<br>but I don`t mean to scare you<br>don`t think of me as dangerous<br>but I am slightly notorious<br>like Moses I part and then dart<br>fast fuckin` nigga with hands like hearts of steel<br>that is so I can hurt<br>don`t cross tha lines or I might stab you to death<br>another murder under my belt<br>don`t matter `cause I gots a big bels<br>so I see yo ass next I`m bustin`<br>but I"ll pass tha mic and let Keith start cussin`<br>We didn`t give up so now you shut up<br>it`s been 3 years and now we`re speaking up<br>you might have more talent, might win a beauty pageant<br>but once you had a band and now you haven`t<br>couldn`t take it<br>you thought that you would make it<br>on stage you had to fake it cuz you really were naked<br>but not us!<br>You don`t see us cry<br>We didn`t give a shit when we were ostracized<br>we spat it back! SideSplittaz attack!<br>Vijay is black, and were blacker than that!<br>You won`t see us buried it ain`t in our vocabulary<br>ain`t gonna stop till we pop yo cherry!<br>H.M.H.A.R.R.Y.<br>guitar playing high-guy always never know why<br>his playing is bitchin` he`s got an addiction<br>when he gets on the floor his dancing is affliction<br>his parents and the pigs they got him pissed<br>this guitarist broke his mofo wrist<br>running away like my nigga O.J.<br>but he put up a fight like my nigga Cassius Clay<br>bones will heal and thieves will steal<br>when it comes to pain we know how he feels<br>but now he`s back on tape number 2<br>Let`s Make Love was our first tape (true)<br>You think he`s white when he`s actually black<br>you lost something and don`t want it back<br>everyone slows down while I get faster<br>everyone knows I`m the real pussy master<br>my mind is smashed and my body is spent<br>if I had my own place I couldn`t pay the rent<br>I write these rhymes to pass these times<br>they`re not all good, neither`s my mind<br>my sense of justice has been perverted<br>thoughts become distorted, contorted, sordid<br>so what should I fuck? My life, this chick, what?<br>I`m wrecked, sliced and cut and cut