Shevchenko

I used to get feels on a b*tch
Now u throw shields on the dick
To stop me from that HIV shit
And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling
Playin the villian
Prepare fir this rap killin
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talkin bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
Is here to excite and
Throw ick to dykes
B*tches I like em brainless
Guns i like em stainless steel
I want the f*cking Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me (T-H-O-D Man)
Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
It's the low killer death trap
Yes I'm a het black ninja
Comin where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring
Youse the number one contender
Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December
Nigga stop b*tchin, button up ya lip and
From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin
Hey, I'll be kickin, you son
You doin all the yappin
Acting as if it can't happen
You front and got me mad enough to
Touch somthin
Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island
And ain't afraid to bust somethin
So what cha want n*gga, ya punk n*gga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin down your god damn door
(and it goes a lil something like this)
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop
And n*ggaz pack the clips, keep on
Two, comin with Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin n*ggaz back in I.C.U
I'm lifted troop
You can bring yours wack ass crew
I got connections
I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherf*ckin carpet get
And niggas love it
Not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and they cells get warm
I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man!
Baby accept it, utmost respect it
(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then
I grab my Charles Dickens
Welcome to my center
Honies feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Far from the invenetor
But I got this shit sewed
And when my Mac unloads