Copywrite, Jakki The Motamouth, Tage Future, Camu Tao - Mega Mega lyrics

He's lookin' silly
Laughin' at the card table
Didn't know we're gonna slide in
And cut his main cable
I'm unable to tell you that it's
(un) unstable to fuck with the likes of (Tao)
Ended up posted up in the morgue thinking
About some scalpels and some white gloves
But, you a killa, right?
Hemmed up, with the lights out
Real thugs will find you and
Lift your head up, then put a price out
(Where you at?) I'm hangin' with
Niggas that's sick with it
That'll risk mischief and punch
You in your face
So hard he'll leave your teeth spinnin'
You're breathin' what I'm breathin', killa
Stage is warm
You're needin' what I'm needin', killa
A can of Agent Orange
Came to whip the shit outta you
I never counted you
I think you're makin' a mistake and
I don't even doubt you
But, I bet these bullets won't
Leave here tonight, kid, without you

Let's overwhelm 'em with a mouthful
Don't choke 'em out, mu
Might be better for business just to
Keep him on the shitlist
Make him die a slower death
Through infliction of a sickness
This is Ohio viral
Megahertz are your co-hosts
You're usually delusional if you're
Thinkin' your flow's close
So many are almost, any beef we slow-roast
Up all night you would think that
We o dosed on No-Doz
Back and forth it to both coasts
Schoolin' 'em like a provost
Get up and smack a square like
I'm playin' the low post
We Voltroned in 9-6, T spit deranged
To Tao and Cop after the
Northland and Mifflin game
Put enough fresh in the air
To solve global warming then
Place a moratorium on the
Style you performing in
Hold the floor, we liftin' it up
Pace pickin' it up
Or get stuck in the thick of the
Dust cuz we kickin' it up
Feelin' the rush got you
Nervous and we're knowin'
Put a bullet hole through that
Bubblegum bubble that you blowin' (Hi-Yah)

Your stupid ass get clapped
Stop playin' man, you touchin' 'em

(ah uh yeah)
It goes Camu, Tao, Copy, Jakki, Tage and RJ
Well, are they human or aren't they?
YAHWEH gave me a name of Adam, let me at 'em
I'll rearrange their atoms, put
'em into bleeding brains
DNA won't even matter
And if RJD2's on the wax
You become shitty at pool
You lose on the scratch
Move back and lose scratch to a Grant-a-holic
And I'm ballin'
Pants are haulin' the Costanza wallet
I write C-o-stanzas, like I'm Larry David
Zero chances that I'll reload faster
My ego's a placebo
For the people that are evil
And don't need no answer to join
The Kill Pete Slow fan club
Against currents of fecal matter
Up shit creek, but shit
We paddle three boats faster
Time travel to the future in a
Lab with a nitrogen mask then after
Right back to the past
To battle Tero's cancer

(my turn, my turn)
I drunk drive and I'm a horror
You got one dime, I got ten fives and fours
And I'm laughin' when I'm eyein' yours
Cause last night, she wasn't
Your wife, after Gin, wine and Coors
I am grinnin' walkin' out of
The clinic because I'm finished
No more Trichomonas
Metronidazole has done it's business
If you don't get it
You probably don't fuck enough
You probably think you tough and stuff
Until I let a midget come touch you up
I ain't no thug in the street
That's why I box lames when they lose
They switch to the Heat like Lebron James
When Mega barge up in the
Spot like we already win
With mics out, it's lights out
Like bein' heavy's in pipe down
Right now this local jokes amaze me
Talkin' crazy when they Stewie to me
Big headed babies
And I'm your dogs boss actin'
Like you go to work
You niggas call off, pretend to be crack
But all soft