Armada Seanprice Church Short

Hey, yo, listen,

Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis

Doctor Kill, giving the rap dosage

Postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered

Distributed through out the hood, mutha*******a, what's good?

Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting

(******* it,) now I'm forced to box

You got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac

You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that sucks

Smack saliva, out the side of ya face,

I ain't trying to be rude

But dude, you fruit, so I gotta make grace, choir --

(Jesus Price has all the time)

Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll *******s is foul

(******* it,) Sean'll shoot two from the line

Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya rock

These (*******s) ain't ready for war, let 'em know

I told 'em, these rookies ain't ready for retardation

In it's realest form in rap, this street car racing

Rebellious, rederic, heat start blazing

After that, I seen Caucasians,

in the streets all taping *******t up

They could be trying to piece ya faces back together

You keep on playing, you hear?

Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your name

The word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain

Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head

You wearing suits and a towel on your head

And eating soup with the noodles and eggs

Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head

You wearing suits and a towel on your head

And eating soup with the noodles and eggs

Ok, new word,

respeckanize my gangstaforcation and g-dentials

You scared to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep window

Get ya window shot up, in a residential area

And left, (*******) a ocean and sea-ment you

This time it's the principality, punk

You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punk

Push your *******t all the way off, a producer para-loser

Yeah, (*******), that's you, chump

All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be

You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P, Alkatraz

And the Beast Master, take a stab at me

See all kind of red dots on ya face like bad acne

Nappy piece to be praying for ya (*******s)

While I'm getting my vulture on,

preying on ya'll *******, choir

(Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro)

Yeah that's how I got my Bronx (*******),

she breakdance and bomb trains

The fifty pop blocker, while giving me bar bread

Asking you car banger, and she go all way

She gone, go where I say, she know where ya'll stay, (suckas)

Yeah, ya'll (*******s) 'ready to die', blast the sket

And then you realize, ain't no (******g) "life after death"

Smash your chest with a (******g) medicine ball

You think you nice, but I'm better than ya'll

Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir

Heltah Skeltah on they job, and you *******as is fired

The fire supplier, forget your squad

(*******), I'm **** like the ******* on Oz, get your nod off

Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head

You wearing suits and a towel on your head

And eating soup with the noodles and eggs

Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head

You wearing suits and a towel on your head

And eating soup with the noodles and eggs