Song Throwdown - Alternative Rap

I'ma stop singing this song because I'm hi**

I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm hi**

And if I don't sell one copy, I'll know why

Loaded with the bomb I got, if you step to me
Gonna be the one inside my trajectory
N*** better run and hide, I kill excessively
That's my recipe, till the death of me
You don't wanna be the reason I'mma lose it
Anybody wanna battle, ya better cool it
Imma chop a top when I come cruisin', Too bit
Slightly chop and I can prove it, stupid
Imma break 'em all down, Tecca Nina sick I'm such a raw clown
Eager to F it up, even if ever ya
Evil I eat 'em up, F***in' yall sounds
Smother ya, when I pop at people they discover the
Killer stoppin' evil, what the f*** is ya
Trippin off of get to lickin' my governor
N***, they callin' me Bane like Saddam Hussein
Ain't that a b****, cause me and Hop only thing
Is taking the world like Pinky and The Brain
Imma give you the gun and you'll never leave here when the trigger is summoned
I see you sucka shakin, shiverin, running
"The n****s are coming, the n****s are coming!"
Better tell them all that they don't the Nina hell to fall
Ya low life, soon your gonna be no life, doom
Gonna go night, dune, gonna pick yo right tomb
I know it's irking you n****s you watching me rip and then I blow like boom!

This that high school lunch time cypher
I might just step in this b**** and f*** ya life up
I hope the principal doesn't come and give me a write up
Now who the f*** I gotta snatch the mic from?