BRIEF INTERMISSION 2.0

im the bad guy ya mother been telling ya bout, my words make alotta noise but i aint yelling em out.
dont worry bout if i can sell in a drought, cause i can make that money stretch like the pouch in a pelicans mouth.
would it be better if i was spelling it out?, im bringing that shit that was in ya pocket..fell in ya couch.
these niggaz tripping to say that im bullshitting but soon as i started spitting all they was yelling was ouch.
my shit certified..i dont need a fella to vouch, niggaz cant fuck with me..i took the celibate route
spitting the gospel...give niggaz the holy ghost so if you get too close it feel like you in the reverends house.
..you can ask about ramzy on the eastside, but yo name..rings no bell..you just a peace prize
i kick that shit that could make the yeast rise, gone try to walk on it..get ya fuckin feet fried.
you out here claiming you fucking dimes, when ya main bitch is looking like busta rhymes.
i seen shorty the other night without the make up, she need to go and get some beauty sleep and never wake up.
my bitch badder than new new, she the shit thats why i call her my boo boo.
when you see her you be loooking thirsty..go get a yoohoo, cause trust me she dont see you my nigga she looking through you.
she not about to leave armani to be with fubu, to do that..shed have to be blind stupid and cucko.
tryna tell her how you get around like a cab, resembling eddie murphy cause you sound like a ass.
you niggaz is watered down like the grass on the white house lawn, and 8 o clock in the morn
i went through alotta shit just to make it outta the storm, so if a nigga offend me ill take it out on his moms.
thats how i handle things in a ramzy manner, ...got twins calling me daddy like im danny tanner
i give you real shit but you hand me slander, you ungrateful..motherfuckers..i hate you.
probably sweeter then maple syrup when you put it on top of a cinnamon bagel..i already done ate you.
yea im married to music and i been heavily faithful, spitting it like this is something only the greats do.
so please dont fall for the madness, cause when that smoke clears and yall in a casket.
ima still be hare just call me a rabbit, ...breathing out fire with the balls of a dragon.
dragging everybodies body in a body bag, smoking niggaz til i get the same high that bobby had.
ya best bet is to wear jeremy shocky pads, with a bunch of under armour and a fucking hockey mask.
so if you wanna dance we can samba, i rap as if im juiced up minus the jamba.
we can do this live and direct..itll be a honor, to cook yo ass in front of a crowd..benihana.
black mamba..but no i aint kobe tho, never showing no x o's..this aint o.v.o.(no)
more like a lyrical rodeo, every literal syllable killing you til you holy ghost.
niggaz dont really know me tho, if you claiming you iller you really gone havta show me so.
every second i slowly grow, if you trying to stop my progression in less then a second youll get hit with that okie doke.