This Is It
[Intro:]
Yeah
Silent fucking Killers, man
From us to you
Numb Feet
A little lyrical gangbang
Bitch!
[Verse One: C-Skam (Bizy D)]
Speed rappin in this club, have my ride sittin on dubs
Lookin for a bad bitch, tell people I'm fuckin rich
I'm the king in this reign, I got one year of the same
Hittin this shit like Mayweather, makin these bitches feel even better
See me at Tom Cruise's house, I'm a double fuckin spouse
I'm never gonna leave this steep, at my line, startin a new sheet
Feeling all these football drafts, bitch climb up and down my shaft
Hittin this beat harder than ever and makin these rhymes more than ever
(Cause I'm goin too fast and yall should yield, my raps are fuckin magnetic field)
I'm her Superman like that shit, she's unzippin my zipper and suck my dick
(Thanks Spanky) This is something you should know
(And it keeps goin and goin and goin, goin and goin and goin)
[Verse Two: Bizy D]
So blow your bagpipes from Baghdad, knowledge to me is edible
Road to glory ah, a pilgrimage, (once again it's the incredible!)
Augment my cash flow, fuck the government bitch, shun me
A gargantuan rules the week, that's five ways from Sunday
[Break: Bizy D]
Girls go crazy for that (SK shit)
They shake their ass for that (SK shit)
They get down low to that (SK shit)
We get them groupies with that (SK shit)
[Break Pt. 2: Bizy D]
(And just lose it) C-Skam in the place to be
(Just lose it) Matrix One up at the bar with Bizy D
(Just lose it) T-Money gettin high on NBC
(I said lose it) You can have this all with that (SK shit)
[Verse Three: C-Skam (Bizy D)]
Showin girls all my love, pray to my uncle who is above
Time this line just right, every guys want to fight
They all want my spot, ain't stopping till I reach the top
Even though this game is hard (it's Matrix One you retards!)
[Verse Four: Matrix One]
Yo, I'm doin this shit so fast it's hard to catch my fuckin breath
Call my girlfriend a pirate cause she's got a nice chest
I used to be a loser, but now I'm runnin with the best
I don't fuck with my boys cause that would be incest
Call me ET, I make these bitches phone home
Pay before you activate, this ain't no fuckin Tracfone
There was a crowd waitin for me when I got back home
I was locked up for two months, but now I'm back in the zone
Stupid bitch you can't beat me, I'm about to bury you 3 feet
You say you got great vision, call me John Cena, you can't see me
And you can't see your future, obviously you're wrong
When you say you're goin to the top, motherfucker I put on
Call me Jeezy, T.I., Eminem, and Dre combined
All these lies you're talkin bout, that's what you're sayin? Fine
I'm done with the fuckin past, you can have your bullshit back
This is my moment, now where the fuck is the Kodak?
Call me Snow White, I got double the cocaine
Angel's dust and Whitney's lines, they accelerate the pain
I'm somethin like Bone Thug, at least I tried
Good night Australia, let's hope I get home in time
[Verse Five: Bizy D]
Irredescent like a mood ring, that Pittsburgh sound it built in me
Rap's own hardcore legend, Mick Foley
Golden seals calumet, under the influence and over my head
I wrote this with a pen but don't think I'm all outta lead
So violent like Jack the Ripper, I've been mentioned in history
You ever hear of Amityville? Yeah that was me
Like your grandma said you're just a piss in the weeds, this piano man can move the keys
S.O.B.! Even if you were a bank you couldn't put trust in me
Lure the kids with stickers and a bunch of dippin dots
No it's actually acid strips, but that shit will still hit the spot
Your girl says uncle Dick's coming, you get mad like there's some sexual meaning
You try to defend the goal, but it's hard with all this double teaming
She knows I'm just giving an old toast to the queen
And do a split baby, I'll just have to fit in between
Up in the tribecca with the munchies and some birds
Your girls got my dick, but I still got my balls and my words
[Verse Five, Pt. 2: Bizy D]
(I'm just high) Drop the Michelin ho, I'm ready to ride
Girl you and I are tight like (Bonnie and Clyde)
(Let me fly) I'm slicker than water, SK for life, that means a lot
Cause Matrix, T-Money, C-Skam, and Mecca are the only fam I got (let's go)
Here I go, give me the room, I got an HK for defense
See this motherfuckin gun, yeah Bizy's goin on the offense
Past, present, future, I just keep it all in correct tense
Makin all this money homie, so it's time to make some cents/sense
Don't need a zeppelin, I drop bombs like my name was Oppenheimer
Break your bones to dust, snort a line, and then go off like a timer
The band is bringin aid, yo we deep in the cut
Get my Juvenile on and just (back that ass up)
Burnin rubbers like Andretti, can you hear the crowd shout?
We can go wherever girl, you know I love to eat out
Fuck the flash and the pan, be like grease and soak it all in
Fuck who wants me to be clean, I can get right under your skin
I'm an omnivore I'll eat your beefs and squash your vendetta
I don't need a list why I'm so good, so fuck the agenda
Love it when girls go up and down, hey Nelly is it all just a dream?
Posers think of this rap game as Mexico and just leave
Girl gave me great, blew my head straight down to her tits
So put your motherfuckin hands up like some awesome Nelly shit
Master of lobotomy, like lyrical superfluous cactus
Sk for life, C-Skam, I told you they love us
[Outro:]
End the song right there and do it one more time
Do it for America