Percee P - Puttin' Heads To Bed lyrics

Percee P your highness
Rap's finest and imma prove it, so move it
I'll eat you and who ever you get
What i'm packing is worse than a Mac-10
So back down you're wack now like back then
Ain't nothing changed you're still
That same sucker now
Roast everyone of you 'cause none
Of you can fuck around
I'll fight fear and rip him right here
I'm dissing
Leave you twisting turning like a nightmare
No one can stop me top me or copy
My style or rap while you're rap is sloppy
You're a big doof
I'll fuck your girl on a roof
Yeah, I'll even give you the panties
Back if you want proof, troop
At least have props but
You're bummy coming outside
Trying to spoil like your bullshit ride
You're no frills plus have
No skills, no grills
No wheels on your mobile so chill
Just lost, you made yourself
Stepping to me trying to do me money
You just played yourself
We can go deep, but your so cheap so weak
Kicking riddles like little bo peep
Your rhymes are all wack
You better crawl back
No one can touch me meaning
I must be all that my rhymes will pass ya
You'll never outlast 'em
Crush and busting at ya that
Adds to Bruce Lee's master
When I kick a verse clown you're
Out in the first round
You shoulda known that when
They put Perc' down

Put his head to bed put his head to rest
Put his head to bed put his head to rest
Put his head to bed put his head to rest

You's a wanna be if you attempt to front on
Me you're gonna be through
The next round you ain't gonna see
You ain't shit clown, nigga sit down with a
(? 1: 29) slam behind this
Stage you will get found no one can do me
Step to me i'll back you up smack
You up and take your toolie
Dumb clown when the P come down
You won't have a chance
I'll bury you like an avalanche
Your rhymes are weak wax so
Don't even speak black
If I get you imma hit you 50 feet back
Save the bass for crackheads
Fool i'll bust you like a blackhead
And send you back dead
Set you up cut you up like
A chef shank your sword b
Back up off me your breath stink
Yous a bum so what you can't fret today
Probably wear
(? 1: 56) like you did yesterday
On the mic I'll take your heart
Don't even start grabbing shit (Why?)
'Cause, I ain't having it
New jacks try to get swift, diss
Tongue twist
Buncha amateurs can't even tongue kiss
You's a sucka mutha fucka
Bow and pay your respects man
I'm signing off with the next man

Put his head to bed put his head to rest
Put his head to bed put his head to rest
Put his head to bed put his head to rest

When I rip shop you'll get dropped
Get chopped
Shit stops when I ziplock your fake Hip-Hop
You tripping give you a fast ass whipping
Plus i'm gripping the mic
You start flipping, you better start dipping
I'm puttin' your head to
Bed leaving head rich
In the bitch while her legs are spread
I'm marvelous, lyrically i'm hard to diss
An arsonist, even burn your carcasses
Huh, so you better hide your bitch
If you head blow up
When I show up i'mma go up side
The shit with a fucking trash can
A rush a bust to let you know you
'cause there will be a last stand
It'll be crews that will probably swing
But i'm throwing out
I ain't going out like Rodney King
He makes hit's on the great shit
But, I make hit's and don't take
Shit from niggas kicking fake shit
He gets no set, but he don't flex 'cause
I can get nasty and then a bloody (3: 06)

Put his head to bed put his head to rest
Put his head to bed put his head to rest
Put his head to bed put his head to rest