Big Pun - Future Flavas (Freestyle) lyrics

Hack off your skull
I'm stackin' heads like totem poles
Blow a hole in your coat
And throw you from here to Fordham Road
Blow for blow, I toe to toe with the toughest
Run the ruckus to the roughest motherfruckas
Somethin' illustrious
My crews accustomed to bustin' ass
Crushin' glass in sucka's faces
Leavin' traces in red out
Through bloody laughs
I want the cash off the jidump
I cock and blast the pidump
At any pidunk tryin'a laugh at the Bridonx
You ain't gon' kick off
With the Terror Squadron
You feel the fear of God when I steal a car
And flatten your Pierre Cardin
I'll pierce your noggin if
You startin' trouble
Spark a dart above you And watch it
Blossom like a flower throughout the borough
No doubt I'm thorough with
The periscope rifle, it's that
Lyrical Psycho that'll tear the
Whole Bible out, i'm sweatin' no
Idols the titles all I request
Best rapper known yet
Big Pun the chaperone of death
A' yo it's such a shame
All these dick riders tryin' corrupt the game
But what it bring? Nothing but pain
And one in your fruckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the
Album I'm still wlid'n i'm still violent
I been waiting for this
Moment like Phil Collins
For all my life I been trifer than trife
Hyper than hype inviting a fight
Looks like tonight is the night
I ain't even trying to let you niggas slide
I've been dyin' to get a
Gat, and dare to try, now prepare to die
I'll rush your crib like a Jehovah's Witness
Load up and explode your infants, hold up
Did you notice my heroic entrance?
So relentless in this field of rap
Everything is real in fact
Fully backed by bullies who be peeling caps
I'll sack a rapper like linebacker
Play my rhymes backwards
You can hear the Devil speak
His mind with fine graphics
Things get drastic, I thrust for my plastic
I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat dick
You could ramble out the
Mouth like you Rambo, but you slouch
If we battled you'd be out without
A shadow of a doubt
And that's the ugly truth
Killers walk with muddy boots
Once my dogs cut me loose
That's a bullet in your bubbly-goose
What is you talkin' like you crazy?
Barkin' like eighty
I'll have you crawlin' walkin' like a baby
Don't try to play me cause' I'm not a playa'
A' yo I shot the mayor and passed
The heat off like a hot potato
I'm bout' to make a million dollies
But still I'm rowdy
So I hope it happen rappin' before
I have to kill somebody
That's how it is in the stone jungle
If you're known to own a bundle
Guaranteed somebody goin' to mug you
And no one loves you when
You're broke as shit, focus kid
Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die
Coke is it blow your life away
There's a large price to pay
You could of been teaching your kid
How to ride his bike today but that's life
You should learn how to treat her
Guaranteed vida
Know how to eat her and beat her
Nigga from the Bronx, call me Pun
Cause' there ain't no second one
Yo, hold it down, dun