Funkmaster Flex, Redman - Freestyle #6 lyrics

This is Funk Doctor Spot, K-Solo
Comin to ya' live
1996 to 97', Funkmaster Flex!

I got tic tacs in my mouth with a big dick
But it don't matter, we representin, on some
Real shit, Def Squad, coming to ya live
Splittin these peas from a pod
Yo, K-Solo, drop 1 one time!

A breaka breaka, one-nine, site
Get off the dappa-vine
Guess who's back to shine?

I wish I won the lotterry
So I could tell niggas to
Suck dick out of animosity
And freeze em' like pottery
And give labotomies to all you rap colonies
And shut your million dollar
Investment to economy
Impossibly, might be the one in black leather
Nametag sayin "caution when wet
By the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimey shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me
And I went back wit her
Three years for carryin a loaded handgun
But, it's forever when a nigga
BLOW! when he lands one to your cranium
That red dot on your forehead
Is not cause your Arabian
Watch what you say to him! you
Caught up in a tight situation
I should start erasin
Your whole organization for making
Wack tunes
While my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come closer if I
Gave you my booking agent
Or producer, royalty points
12-shot loaded luger
Even a crowd to get you sooped up
Your still wack i peel caps, on the regular
Destroy MCs ecetera, move like the Predator
Fuck you, your label, moms, and your editor
Give you two to the jugular
Blood be spreaded all on my shirt
It's the king of the blurt shittin
Bitches hit me off more than New Edition
Twin twin twin twin! twin twin twin twin!
I make your heart skip a
Beat from the steel phyhique!