Prozak, The Dirtball, The R.O.C. - Knuckle Up lyrics

Stand Up boss Up fist Up fuck it up, Bitch!
I'm raw like Jigsaw
Dismemberin' your skeletals
Breakin’ apart your jaw while stompin'
All across your genitals
You wanted a war, you got it
Now come and face me
You must be crazy trying to
Escape thee Rosemary's baby
I was born to defeat deceitful people
Relieve them of the lies of evil
With knives that are lethal
While leaving them Rest in Peaceful
I'm a full blown psychopath!
Full grown maniac!
Known to get the last laugh
And you don’t want to fuck with that!
My mental pain is conveyed
With rage and anguish
With a hatred I can’t contain to
Explain to this English language
So why must I insist to
Persist to inflict damage
When we come face-to-face you’ll be
Draped with Ace Bandages

Now if you're with me (Stand up)
If you're fed up (Boss up)
Put your fuckin' (Fist up)
Knuckle up, fuck it up bitch!

(These hoes) No more sleep niggas!
(My zone) Give me fifty feet niggas!
(No clone) Fist to your cheek niggas!
(Cracked bone) yeah I'm a beast nigga
Cry for more, ride to war
Beat my chest like King Kong
Life is more, not we saw
Demons in this fucking song
You can’t survive, we thrive like cockroaches
No way, but, I’m stomping that bitch
Til ain’t no motion
It’s open, that door, lean forward
Your body snatch a sun goes down for you
This shoe stick pinches like cactus
Pursues your arms, legs, your bones
Broke in the dome like Mike Jack, closed case
I flip then I ain’t coming right

Better get a motherfuckin knife if you’re
Thinkin you can kill me
Instead of a scratch I’m gonna
Cut deep inside you, you are ill B
I set em on fire, let em expire
Let em e-fuckin-xplode
My gasoline – my pride
My grind – it never done slow
Hit em in the fangs
Seekin them dead in the flesh of the track
I pillage and hustle the
Circuit never to pause, don't ever look back
Maniacal rapper divided
Insane in the flesh, can’t fight it
Bloody the knuckles are anger provided
Iller the most of the pack yea
I’m rappin this hallucination
Don’t you fuckin change that station
We have neglected to give you and earful
To stabbing your earholes
Sicker than all of the demons combined
Sicker than most psychotic of minds
Sicker than hell it'self, that be my steal-o