[Verse 1]
I wait to see your skull vibrate
When I bury the hatchet, I hope you catch it, I'll attach it
To his focus, when I broke his head in half
Feel the wrath, on my behalf
I drop math, and English, leave you squeamish
Then I squish your wish, you're all fucking dreamers (All of y'all)
No time for tiddlywinks, if your titties is pink
Then you are white and I'm not the right man (Not for me)
But you can blow pipe, my style is so tight
I be carving MC's when I'm starving (I'm hungry)
You little chunks of punks that I dunks in my coffee
Get off me, I'm not your softie
But you will cough for your breath and phlegm, death to them
And silly broads, I fuck 'em and I chuck 'em (Why?)
In the river, without a liver and I donate to science 'cause I'm a giver
The mysterious clearly busts brains with my brawn
Ask Sean Cassidy about how I trash MC's
On the daily, Alex Haley had to write about it
Doubt it but it's true, get a clue (get a clue)
I'm telling you the truth, you'll be toothless
The boots get smoked like they on fire, I desire
Like Salt-N-Pepa, I'll fuck a fat heffer (Yeah)
Like I was Fritz the Cat, and she admits to fat
So I'm moving, removing wackness from my stratosphere
If I thought that that was near
[Chorus]
You still bet that you can harm me but you don't alarm me
You still bet that you can harm me but you don't alarm me
You still bet that you can harm me but you don't alarm me
You still bet that you can harm me but you don't alarm me

[Verse 2]
Listen to this
You're just a test tube, baby, you can't fade me but hey G
Your style is lazy, boy, you're crazy
Losing it, check out my fusion kit (Here it is)
It's welding rhymes and propelling, swelling (Rah)
Getting bigger, getting n***as in headlocks
Instead, lock your scanners on Bruce Banner
I crush fools plus tunes used by the master
Will blast you into Tuesday when I bruise a
Motherfucker, who mother suck a cock
And his brother fuck a jock and his sister got blisters
On her lips that be spreading, she be-heading (Yes, she do)
Showing cleavage, with my futuristic styles I leave kids
In a trance, hypnotizing your eyes spin
Back in your head like you dead but instead you was bugging
Ugly bitches get the deals after shows (Shows)
'Cause I don't be running after hoes that be stank
I thank the Lord for my thought
Connected to the microphone so check the cycle tone
That I be arousing, housing your blouse and your pumps
The mac daddy makes you jump (Yeah)
I pump info, into nymphos, who be boning
Cloning Vanessa Del Rio
And yes, sir, Del see no evil, hear no evil
It's normal, I come formal, to keep 'em warm 'til the morn'
[Chorus]
You still bet that you can harm me but you don't alarm me
You still bet that you can harm me but you don't alarm me
You still bet that you can harm me but you don't alarm me
You still bet that you can harm me but you don't alarm me