[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]
So you put out a suck-ass tape, with some butt-ass breaks
Okay okay but what the fuck's that say
Who told this little kid he could rap
They hand your bullshit and tell me Kansas City is whack
Let's clap, you could snatch up samples
But your raps are rambles, sick of tracks that gamble
Blast ammo like blaow blaow
Won't you pass me the, black heater to blat
Hot fever all on these rap cheaters
Kill the noise, I ain't talkin' bout Mac either
I never fronted hard work, only on back-seaters
It's cool, we good, you ride, I'll drive
Only reason that you livin' is cause I survived
Dive from the side, crash car, smack real hard
Ash, rubble, and blood splash on hot black tar
In crew til the soul provide
We embedded with vets to who you owe your life
Never forget, you just got here figurin' "you hang, we hang"
You should be ashamed, I can see your brain like Krang
And I, came to gain your knowledge
It taste like you spent more than a few days in college
My aim is flawless, I'm the third revelation ya heard
Some'll say "God, save the lawless" and if I say ya name I promise
You'll be cut off short and maul word to Lorena Bobbitt
[Hook]
So step right up and enjoy the show
The U-B-I poisonous and ya boy can flow
I got em all like "Ooo", We all like "Ohh"
We all like "Ooo", We all like "Ohh"
So step right up and enjoy the show
The U-B-I poisonous and ya boy can flow
So do listen, if you bit and the shoes fittin'
So if you move quick and you fall the new slippin'
And you swing, let's swing, just swing
It's all swing, just swing
Come on and swing with me, come on and swing with me
Come on and swing with me, come on and swing with me
And just swing

[Verse 2: Ubiquitous]
These dudes should be kissin' a ring
My radar ain't missin' a thing
Clippin' they wings like, this a no-fly zone
Cold sellin ringside with the blow by blow
This is so my show, I throw a punch time go by slow
If you don't like, violence then you can hold my coat
Really it ain't nothin' but a thing, I'm like KC cops
I pull card, bust from in they pay
We all had enough of that same old
Bustin' like yay there's no ducking ya fate
What could he say what I say 'gon linger for days
If I call up the droogs we all 'gon play sing in the rain
I kick away they chair, they swing and they sway
Ya whole fam broke up like polygamist raids
I dip rhymes in, raw strychnine
I'm two thirds technique, why you thinking that it's all dick size
I'm like
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