Baby

One thousand different houses and munchausen

I'mma make you wanna punch out some fvckin' one “ouch”

What the fvck'd you hit me for?

Scream life as I punch counter and bunches out of anger

I once encountered a stranger

In a dumb gown, black hood

With a scythe

Shit I laughed in his face spit

Bitch gave me an extra life, like take this

Now get your ass back in that game

Bitch don't take shit for granted

And don't take shit, give it!

Only bull you should take is by the horns

A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor

I Everlast, pen is mightier than sword

Finish writing then record

Replenish keep writing more

Nothing's riding on it but your privates are you're fighting for

So you fight, scratch, you claw

Backs to wall

No one was there to catch you fall

You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off

You grab your balls, like they're gargantuan and

Ask yourself how fvcking bad you want it

Pull out your pants, whoop your ass and flash it on em'

Nobodies gonna back you in the corner

Throw a hornet

No one's more ig-norant

then you fvckin' four in the morning

you're at the laboratory, storming

Like there's nothing that's more important

MC's you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it

Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain?

And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face

I ain't finished bitch

I meant in half, oil the blades

Nobody wants to play

They say I'm a spoiled little baby

But

Nobody put's baby in the corner

I'm only trying to warn ya

Cus that baby get's mad

And get's to throwing a tantrum

He'll fvcking flip on ya

Cus' nobody put's baby in the corner

I'm only trying to warn ya

Cus that baby get's mad

And get's to throwing a tantrum

He'll fvcking flip on ya

What goes through an addict's brain?

Besides static pain and big daddy kane

Break, beats and words

An erratic train of thought

Like splatter paint

Scatter brain

Yeah maybe why that explains

Why you're back but you don't rap the same

And you're looking way thinner

Because your hunger got you looking like

They took away dinner

Sugar ray leonard wouldn't sugar coat a fvcking booger though

Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat

When you say you're a chooka what chooka what

Now fling that bitch from your fingertips

I hope it lands on another rap singers lips

Who can't think of shit

Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit

Whose king of this fvcking English Lit?

Let your middle fingers flip

On each hand, whilst extending this shit

How low can you go?

Lower then Chuck D ho

Hear the bass of this in my voice

Rocky's back, where's my Adrian?

Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile radius

I'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots of rap

Not a man, I'm a weapon

Who just happened to be a rapper

Who just happen to be on the crapper

When it happened I had an epiphany

In the bathroom, I'd never be the same after

Now I'm back with an apper-tite

For destruction the fvcking recipe for disaster

So let's eat cos' I'm famished

Every deed is a dastardly one

Evil its past it

Even you asking for me to be pulled

Like to people

Is like me having my teeth pulled

Nobody put's baby in the corner

I'm only trying to warn ya

Cus that baby get's mad

And get's to throwing a tantrum

He'll fvcking flip on ya

Cus' nobody put's baby in the corner

I'm only trying to warn ya

Cus that baby get's mad

And get's to throwing a tantrum

He'll fvcking flip on ya

So step inside of dimension

The demented side of a mind

That's like the inside of an engine

While I multiply your undivided attention

But be reminded that if I didn't mention

I lose my mind and my temper

You'll be the first one

Who finds him offensive

Got him climbing the fences

Lost some time to addiction

But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary

I'm in the picture

Eminem is the synonym for it

I'm an enigma

Fvck it let's get to the meat, balls

I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes

Edgamacater, they are

Shit legends are madea

Spit treachreous data

Shit that you would say to your worst enemy

This wretchedness is

What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada

And combine em' with Method Man and Redman

Whit meth-amphetamines in his left hand

And in his right there's a sledge-hammer

And pajamas, standing in front of a webcam

Beating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam

Maybe I need my head examined

Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb

Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan

I need meds!

Swear to god cus' If I go off the edge

T.I ain't talking me off a ledge man

Heart throb at a fart, ah nah

More like a smart slob, part blob

That'll stab you with a sharp ob-ject

To the heart and leave claw marks

All over the Wal-Mart walls

Little baby with large balls

Fvck mud slinging, I'm blood flinging

There's nothing on this fvcking earth better then being

King of the playground

I hate the swings but I love being the underdog

Cos when I'm pushed

I end up swinging up

Nobody put's baby in the corner

I'm only trying to warn ya

Cus that baby get's mad

And get's to throwing a tantrum

He'll fvcking flip on ya

Cus' nobody put's baby in the corner

I'm only trying to warn ya

Cus that baby get's mad

And get's to throwing a tantrum

He'll fvcking flip on ya