Menace 2.0 Lyrics

I am a menace

I keep that rack

No im kidding

But im riding with the semi

Windows tented

Sippin Henny with a bad little bitty wit no Titties

President of the committee

Keep a K that make the klan do the shimmy

Like a kappa feel free to take a chance with this rapper

Big B im super saiyan when Im slappin

But I had the whole world in the palm of my hand when it happen

So y'all better be prepared for the rapture

I was bout to be the king

But you know I fiend for the cream

Me, lil ray, keem, and Kadeem

Dream team

Next in heaven but the nextel failed

I was tryna exhale but I forgot to breathe

When I pour I take heave

When im bored I believe

I can soar and achieve

All and more than I dream

And if I had a hoard I would tell them all aboard

Give each one a sword

And tell them go find Ryheem

I just got so tired of discussin

I pulled the iron out and started bussin

A little codeine and some tussin

Only repercussions are concussions

So I keep the drum on deck like percussion

Blllrum pumpum pum

Bitches go dumb when I hum

Bah humbug for the slums

Got the tree with the liquor nigga

Bay rum

Green like algae pine scum

Nigga im numb

Ha

She make the dick disappear

Do she know magic

Make me feel like what im asking is so drastic

I make her pay up when I feel nasty

I teach these hoes how to lay up

Im phil jackson

I got a passion for the sport

And im all about that action on the court

A vocal curtis Jackson on the forbes

Aint no relaxing im back to back on facts on wax

You bout to relapse

Im bout to bring the trap to you whores

Im back on all fours

Im back on the course

With gas in the Porsche

Threw a bash at the morgue

Smoke hash when im bored

Mow grass in a forest

Threw lashes on horses

I took a little time outta my day to wreck one

Mo gas than Exxon

Roll past ya neck spun

Ill expunge

Any nigga claim he better can battle

Calling me koola but my flame hotter than Barry allen in Stacy Adams

Rearrange ya atoms and cytoplasms

Holding they asses for ransom

Now fathom

How the hell could a nigga so handsome

With major fashion

Come in an spasm with such passion

Well I don't know kus I don't ration with my rappin habits

I couldn't imagine how to handle all this damn madness

40 Miles of running

Sucks for you but lucky me

I guess you should've cut the feet off when you were jackin rabbits

Kus the tortoise and the hare weren't known to fight fair

For the right fare I'd introduce the tortoise to a bear

Now all is even like Steven lebouf was shy

Til him and bumble bee fought a war with Optimus prime

Living in cars

Sleeping in laundry mats

Chanton Jerrard the only one quick enough to holla back

I really wish he would've known that I had no other option

But he still treated me like I was up for adoption

I slept in his crib and ate in his kitchen at odd hours

Just like I was a nigga on a mission

But I was really on the run from life

Reality chasing me with a flaming pitchfork in the still of the night

Girl doin me dirty behind my back

But I was blind to the truth thinking I was still a mack

Plotting on my neck sack or my next load

Never caught

Never goin back to my ex hoe

Ima cock ima dick never cough when im sick

And it dawned on me quick im the spawn of a pit

Im far from a son of a bitch

I was raised good

Fuck what am I saying

Think quick

I was raised hood