Sharks (Album version)

Old School, New School

need to know this

getcha game up you better keep focus

And so I said that they were biters

sharkin' up lines from lawless resolutes

chip off the writers block with 9's that chop against the destitute

evolution of the manor, trade royalites with verses

go with platinum, can't go with burberry...it hurts since

A verse gets termed as the worst, but when immersed in your playlist

that *******t plays first re...hearse all bars

matter harsh scars and battle

I bring tallstalls with chatter yet they all just shatter and split

battered by the saccharine gifts, stolen from affiliates, Sharon Patter and red*******t

Shoulda stitched it by hand and mouth, now you shook planning doubts

spitting west while standing south, all n all, sucess for you is not at all probable

when I take you to the lake to find out if your water-soluble

I'm sick of *****es typing like their spliting inches off a ruler

to be judged by, file pressing consider my style, metric.

That means stop biting my *******t!

That means start writing your *******t!

No rest for the weary, or the wicked stand witness

to know rest for the weapon, I'm a skeet with tradition, now listen!

this isn't just another sick written from the darkstar harm how the sharks that get bitten

This is hardtaught! Don't expect a rescue and don't let me catch you alone in the carpark

cause shark skin is fa*******on and that is me

touch your anatomy right down to your "Carhartts"

use to write for a site but I didn't spark smarter

Ritebrite! You could think it, my first pink slip

but this isn't a house by writing bumper stickers

it's something you stick it and bump, like a h****n needle

see the *******t in the trunk is apparently lethal

which y'all live to disrupt like American leaders

I'm gonna pull quick from the category

I run bull*******t like a matador, see?

That means stop biting my *******t!

That means start writing your *******t!

I'm the rapier, but you fear that the spear that sparred our father harbours pokes

rich rappers might catch a Darva Conger in...HOAX!

that the ***** they get with doesn't switch, Approach!

to the sickness, leave you witless buying her ropes n

rings n things of that nature, *******t all you hear is "rings this",

"pitchpacks", "pagers"

to get that paper, she'll find a mattels a cell

style for Fidel'cs as hell, looks like a dictator

type a chick that a getcha car stolen

Hardtoil! She might get up in that ass like Shark Oilden

again I can see what you thought was a fargo

but you can't trust those with hearts like charcoal

I didn't prepare to punk, from when I put em in the boat

It was a Lebaron trunk

I connect for the very best sound and set

now I'm rockin a tooth right around my neck

That means stop biting my *******t!

That means start writing your *******t, kid!