Sneakzs Reyna, Scientifixxx - Cutting Off The Ring lyrics

Ha! c'mon (Ladies and Gentlemen)
It's the nine time tag-team champions
Sneakzs and Science
Come along for the God damn ride (woo)
Ha! it's like this

Dressed to impress girl
Now watch me throw on my fit
Press the red button honey
Im'a blow up the kids like I'm head hunting
So come get destroyed by the sick lyricist
It's like I'm Floyd
Boy I don't know when to quit
Throwin' hay makers while ladies
Keeping they legs shakin'
I defeat an M-C in any way
That they might make me plenty pay
Pockets are weighing like 580
On a scale of 1 to 10
I'm a one plus nine baby
I'm a dime when I'm spittin'
Like this dime that I'm sniffin'
Every line that I'm hittin'
Got me fried minds missin' man on a mission
From where I stand you lookin' like bitches
I don't need no evidence, proof
Or an eye witness flyest in the sky
So sit on the wire you pigeons
I hip-fire ammunition until I
Hear clips clickin' my sixth sense is
Actin up but I can't listen
Keep thinking I struck out
But I'm just pitchin'
Clever verbs and nouns in the
Thousand words I'm scribblin'
Everything you laying down
Sound like childish gibberish
Break out the files check my resume
They hired me wishing that they could fire me
Only fire I got's in my spliff
Or it's in the kitchen while
I'm dishin' out writtens
Slippin' out of my limit's
I'm gettin' too big for my britches
Bitches think it's cute but
Who can deny this
Into my twisted wicked sick little
Mind and it's gone missing
So I'm grippin' 40 ounces of fine liquid
Before I gulp it down pour
Some out for my kin
And the friends who will never get
To see my vision's fruition
Don't mind the cold breeze
That means you're locked inside my prison
Ready for my next victim
Lay 'em out on the table
Tie this mother fucker down with
Ungrounded live wire cables some duct tape
Nine inch nails and about five staples
So you ain't able to escape
This crazy insane fable
Make you shake like you're taking
A taser to the naval
Diggin' graves ever since I came in
This game using my shovel
Quick with a switchblade so bitch
Get on my level now beware
'Bout to introduce ya'll to the devil
And it looks like I might take
The throne to the lair
Stay up with a few bitches
Here we go once again saying whatever I want
Some shit she don't wanna hear
Im'a player baby girl and
Sometimes life ain't fair
Ya lookin' shook mama
Satan just told me a prayer
Lay up with some hoes these
Bitches is braiding my hair
Saying whatever I want
Everything that she wanna hear
Don't be scared girl I told ya
You got nothing to fear why you frontin'?
I ain't got no time to pretend
Dollar signs on my mind while
I ignite the pen
Never showin' any signs of slowing
Down from the get
So don't get it twisted boy
I separate myself from the rest (Ha Ha)

(Little bitch ass niggas, what)

I tell 'em lil bitch ass niggas yo

Foreign native
Raised a slave to my environment
0'10 jumping
Even Trunks came out of retirement
I Rocky Balboa- Mr T tommy gun the Russian
And James payback on Apollo Creed
Gettin' bigger and better with
Every second that passes
I'm screaming rhymes at Time's funeral
Roses and closed caskets to whoever's askin'
I'm a cold bastard
Son of a mother burning the summer
While I'm carrying my son's ashes
Teaching classes
I'm the leader of the new school
Elevating minds who are blind with
A third eye fooled
No Louisiana but my hearts in the NO
Assisting with this suicide
Kevorkian this instrumental
Big league bully no sittin' at my table
I stay Indie like Peyton Manning
And start my own label
3's up in the air like
You yelling out third down
The city had a lot of stars that burned
But it's my turn now to whom it may concern
Yo the shit's about to go down
There's a new sheriff in town
Let's have a hoe down pop eye's like Brutis
Without spinach when it's the rudest
The smoothest like Guinness
Before I finish they'll be like:
Who this kid tryna' diss?
But they off get washed like two tit's
On some Luke shit if it got two tit's
I'll abuse it and bruise
Who's it? I saw through it like Dionne didn't
I thought you knew it was hittin'
Like the shit should of Muhammad man listen
Couldn't bring drama working
Admission stands, comma
Check the relation it's
Dismissing your persona
Bounce like Impala's my shit so
Hard they call it constipation
Stop ya waitin'
I'll make you full like pussy
Walls when I'm copulating
Golden child golden Statin'
Politicin' elevatin'
In this life I'm human racin'
I'm the magnificent superior and excellent
Well put together intellectual exquisiteness

(Little bitch ass niggas, what)

I tell 'em

C'mon