't shit!) King tee and the liks blowin' up like gas I bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme over I bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme over I bend your rhyme over, then I bust
out of the Cross Colours catalog with analog technology Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my Scientology Fuckin up to the chest I bust insidious, Bad Touchin
ion Poisonous darts sickenin', best believe Finger itchin' with two broke legs, now I?m trippin On Mc?s cliche, shot that ricochets Start trouble bust
a lot a dollars but I make more cents so pass it on Pass it on, pass it down the line I can throw with the best, I go rhyme for rhyme With that something
the country Then I come with a slew of hits that'll massacre the planet Obliviating the earth And diabolically smashing everything for whatever it's worth It's Busta Rhymes
Thinking 'bout a 100'000 that I'd soon make Finished up the snack, jumped up, out my seat E-Love hit the table and he made up a beat Kicked a few lines
Niggas always say they gonna do it, it never get done, it's like voting I get it open, rhymes tying into name Simple and plain, I pull rhymes, one ring
niggas getting jealous again, again Its time to get strapped again Because them nappy head hoes getting jealous again, again (Mia X) I got that fucking regulator busting lyrical rhymes
I'm a hip hop artist, you style biting emcee sucker Had a crayon contest with retarted kids and picked the wackest album cover Picked the wrong emcee to diss subliminally, every line
's what I'm on the map for Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous 1-8-7 on these mothafuckin amateurs of rap Feel the wrath of a nigga who bust Makin
wanna teach me pocahantes makin money for we busted in the tee pee My All Star Chuck Taylors stay laced like the mayor street ball court player rapid fire rhyme
'My line of work is considered by some to be a... a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors, and there are others, that are
Bust like a bullet or watermelon What's the CD there you're selling Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling Fillmore rap academy, Bustin
's locked in I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse to blow Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show I got lines that's deeper than
times Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines And I ain't animated like say a Busta Rhymes But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines Add
Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Comin' at that ass again, it don't stop Bust
out) Yeah (Get out of here) Such a remarkable sound Flipmode get down, now Yeah check it out (Get out of here) Such a remarkable sound Busta Rhymes (