King Geedorah, Trunks - Lockjaw lyrics

"Where's the intruder?"
"Looks like he went to the tower"

Before I rock raps
I drink a keg of Listerine
Then I spit the freshest lines
You'll ever hear for centuries
Then I form blazing sword and
Cut your mic cords
And kill them garbage rhymes only
Your friends get hyped for
Blitz your whole team
Them niggas need to come clean
So I give 'em an acid wash
Like old school Levi jeans
(Lockjaw) Crackin your faulty frame
And I bring the house
Down without hijackin planes
Locked stocked with two smokin barrels
And will use it to fuck up more beats per
Minute than drum'n'bass music
Trunks ain't a rapper
He's a monster from the future
Twistin your body in more
Positions than Kama Sutra
Smart-ass, gettin the Last Word with Jim Rome
With a right hand like Dr claw
That's known for breakin bones
"I'll get you next time Gadget, next time"
We can have a close encounter
Of the fucked up kind "Time warp, set on"