That Brooklyn Bullsh*t
We On It

That That Brooklyn Bullsh*t
We On It

For Mayor, The Rap Slayer
Motherf***er say your prayers

coming from the northside
take you out
and scream out
("You poor guy")
when you force my
hand the swords fly
heads come off and soar high
these harcore rhymes
its david verse goliath
I'm david and my way'll merk the giant
haters
say its worth denying
I created works of science
the game is worst than I am
so I flip the script
the business is
Just Jun in this bitch
ridiculous
flip the switch
and turn it up turn it on
the hong kong don juan
long john
Bong Bong
on top
time to bring it out the pound
and still the king without a crown
put the crown on my head
and with all thats been said
me run tings without a doubt

That Brooklyn Bullsh*t
We On It

That That Brooklyn Bullsh*t
We On It

For Mayor, The Rap Slayer
Motherf***er say your prayers

That Brooklyn Bullsh*t
We On It

That That Brooklyn Bullsh*t
We On It

For Mayor, The Rap Slayer
Motherf***er say your prayers

I'm jack the ripper
so get lost in the ambulance with ya
and i will slap a stripper
on her ass
and she will scream
"That's my nigga"
pass the liquor
light up a blunt too
or the vaporizer
like one two
and crack it wide open like a crustacean
so many drugs blazing
its uh-mazing
coming straight from rain city
wherever I go I got that thang with me
no one can hang with me
they sulking angrily
(You mad son)
Its a travesty
when a lame trying get a rep on
time get a rolling and get a step on
(give'em puerto rican judo)
suck my fat shlong
kiss my culo

That Brooklyn Bullsh*t
We On It

That That Brooklyn Bullsh*t
We On It

For Mayor, The Rap Slayer
Motherf***er say your prayers

That Brooklyn Bullsh*t
We On It

That That Brooklyn Bullsh*t
We On It

For Mayor, The Rap Slayer
Motherf***er say your prayers

Its like fine young vixens
are a dime a dozen
I'm one dipped in
diamonds and gold
a rap slayer that be shining with the flow
holding the top crown
with the top down
riding westside
to worldwide
like some cookies from girl guides
show that I circle rhymes
I mean rhyme circles
around the competition
they aint got a pot to piss in
too much artillery
so
the shots'll get'em
and drop some wisdom
like the dhali lama
with some tasty flava
like mozzarella
with a soul like frank sinatra
a precision to take out imposters that posture
like Bruce lee
mess with me and it will cost ya

That Brooklyn Bullsh*t
We On It

That That Brooklyn Bullsh*t
We On It

For Mayor, The Rap Slayer
Motherf***er say your prayers

That Brooklyn Bullsh*t
We On It

That That Brooklyn Bullsh*t
We On It

For Mayor, The Rap Slayer
Motherf***er say your prayers


For Mayor, The Rap Slayer
Motherf***er say your prayers