juggaknots
trouble man
I declare war  The joy becomes a rappifyin' weapon  If you step in  When your draws get mobbed behind enemy lines You become a sittin' duck but fuck  I ain't givin' 'em livin' trifle  The pen and pad becomes a 12 gauge rifle  This is no laughing matter  Step into this you step in a minefield  Your body's scattered  You people drop pickin' up the pieces  But only corny niggas  The attack from a brotha like the Buddy never ceases  Without a moment of silence the violence thickens So if you ain't got it together you slim pickings  Shorts and prisoners are never taken  If you fakin' all the booty competition  I'm a bag fuck a white flag  Get down and dirty like a brotha in the trench  Leave a nigga dead and stinkin' as he wonders what his stench is  I'm bustin' clip after clip  My artillery will funk on the punk  When ya want to test my shit  Tell it to hell is it I feel my brain swell like meningitis  With the slightest mind motion  Givin' me the notion That I got it bad  I think I got a brain tumor  Brain rumor  Such a pain to analyze the strain and then understand it The seed was planted That shit is ill but still  The thought I'm lovin' got the dome growin'  With the biscuit in the oven  Shovin' nothin' but the nutrients  My diet to support me A whiff of the spliff  A guzzle of the forty to inspire fire thought To the mic there was marriage Causin' competition  Verbal miscarriage of the mental fetus  Greet us with the rugged rhythm then I'm showin' I think I feel my water breakin' thus I'm flowin' Timin' my contractions  Concentratin' on my breathin' Heavin' curses at the father he has the funk  'Cause if I flunk my shit ain't livin' Pushin' givin' every bit of what I'm worth  And as the Brewin' drops the lyrical  The miracle of birth  I be the sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga  A phony motherfucker grave digga  I know this sounds rough  But I had enough to funk  So part of me the heart of me So if you corny nigga  It's like cloggin' up my artery  You cuttin' circulation  So now it's do or die  While niggas always try to test my shit Only preservation of the funk is why I kick this As I give a simple diagnosis of the sickness  Now upon the fruits of my labor  Your ear feasts  The beast from within  It's some shit ain't it The picture painted  From the use of a noun and a verb might disturb  We make you say, "Damn that nigga's crazy"  Well if we crazed, deranged well then we fittin' If you say the world's a normal place Who the fuck you kiddin'? Your mind's blind if you say you haven't seen this As I walk the fine line between insanity and genius