Come Clean

You wanna front what? Jump up and get bucked

If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck

I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make 'em fagot flambes

Your nine spray my mind spray

Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk

The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk

You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin' that game

You won't survive get live catchin' wreck is our thing

I don't gang bang or shoot out bang, bang

The relentless lyrics the only **** I slang

I'm a true master you can check my credentials

'Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials

Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow

Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba

So deep that you can scuba dive my jive

Origin is unknown like the Judas

I've accumulated honies all across the map

'Cuz I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in

Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroiliac

I'm the mack so I don't need to tote a Mac

My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate

It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state

Stagnate nonsense but if you persist

You'll get ya snot box bust you press up on this

I flip hoes dip none of the real ****** slip

You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped

Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit

Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget

Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it

Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble

Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle

You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin' nothing

That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten

Have you forgotten, I'll tap you jaw

I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw

Made frauds bleed every time I g'd

'Cuz I've perfected my drunken style like Sam seed

Pseudo psychos I play like Michael

Jackson when I'm bustin' ass and breakin' backs

Inhale the petrified aroma

Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma

Toes the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka

And bring your clique 'cuz I'm a hard rock knock a

I gotcha, out on a limb I'm about to push you off the brink

Let you draw your craw but you burnin' shot breaks

When the East is in the house you should come equipped

Fly like a jet sting like a hornet

Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it

Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin' fools no joke

With styles more fatal than second hand smoke

Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor

'Cuz I blow up spots like the world trade center

Come with the super trooper on his assault mission

The tench's technique 'cuz he's a technician

Wishin' he'll go away won't help the weapons stop

The skills are shot 'cuz any idiot can let off a glock

Hard rock smellin' the clutch of this untouchable

You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha

Gonna do when real ****** roll up on you

And you don't got your crew

Pull your glock but you don't got the heart

You was webbed straight from the start

Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it

Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it

Just for frontin' you got that ass waxed