Anything You Can Do

[Intro]

Okay Mama, front and center, on your feet
(Don't hurt her..)
Get on your feet, c'mon, let's go
(Please, Mister, this is insane...)
Boy, the next words that come out of your mouth better be some brilliant fucking Mark Twain shit
Cause it's definitely gettin' chisled on your tombstone

[Verse One: Danimal Lector]

Between 8 and 2:30, I drank three thirties
People looking at me like "Hey! He's thirsty!"
Only thing I ate all day? Beef jerky
Plus a little va-jay-jay, I speak dirty
What can I say, I ain't a geek or nerdy
I'm the man,, my life is PG, surely
But if I flatline before I reach the gourney
My last words will be, "I hope that the people heard me
Cause this fucking music is what murdered me!"
Gift and a curse, fist full of percs
Spittin' a verse till I'm sent to the dirt
I'mma hit 'em where it hurts, cause I know how I'm shown
This ain't no scrimmage on the turf, me slow down? No
All I know is how to go
Toe to toe, I'm down to throw
Motherfucker, I'mma throw ya down the road
So much old around, but no, I ain't got shape ups on
Fresh J's, you know how I roll, only out to go
'Bout to blow, tick boom, shit soon
Almost there now
Whatever image you have of me I'mma tear down
I got that rare sound
Stare down a fucking bear and kill him bare-handed
Like tell me I can't now
I don't fit in cause I stand out
So back off, you got no chance, how?
I'm flyer and higher than you've ever been
Anything you can do, I can do better than