Warning - Knife in the Face

[Esoteric talking]
 You motherfuckers
 This is some murderous shit right here
 It's the E-S, 7L on the track
 Potent somethin' through ya bean hat
 Don't try to pigeon hold me baby
 You know the deal
 About to black out on these motherfuckers
 It's like this, hey yo
 [Verse 1]
 We don't pussy foot around shit, we beat down shit
 We ain't the cats that you wanna fuck around with
 Straight up, like a jump off
 you make my skin crawl like a snake
 I hold my weight like Triple H, the cerebral assassin
 I beat you, defeat you wid the passion
 Cash and girls are what motivates me
 A small rapper like yaself is needin' safety
 I don't claim to be a thug
 But that would mean a slug
 For any faggo that's givin' or receivin' love
 I keep a glove in my right hand
 So when I murder wid the mic
 they won't trace it when they pull it out ya diaphram
 You're in the fryin' pan
 I'm a violent man watchin' silence of the lambs
 Ready to go out, and stab the jaws off ya mouth
 I'm not the one to dis
 I'm fearless like Parker than the deer hunter is
 No doubt
 [Hook]
 You thug it out, cut it out
 You fuck around we gon' slug it out, club it out
 You playin' games we gon' shut you out
 So now you know what we about
 Pimp slap a thug beyond the shadow of a doubt
 [Talking]
 Y'all motherfuckers is actin' real fake right
 Ya man's land ain't even that man
 You ain't livin' that life
 You ain't ready for that man, fall back
 [Verse 2]
 Bitch ass rapper, fake act clapper
 Can't fuck around with the underground jaw tapper
 Raw rapper, rugged like a Landrover
 Handover the mic ya plan's over tonight
 Ain't nobody flowin' as tight in y'all click
 I'm to sick, to eat a dick
 Ya can't get wid the words that I spit
 I rip, can't stand none of this fake shit
 This side of stupid weak shit, you a baby, go back to Old Navy
 Yo I shop Newbury, now you walk new bury
 While I'm spendin' cash on Fifth Ave you get tabbed, not a clue
 Or the slightest inklin' of who you talkin' to
 I slaughter you, my crew hit's you on the face off
 First of all shake the hate off
 Claimin' that you paid when it's my plates you ate off
 The truth is you can't afford to take a day off
 You stay soft like my purple label face cloth
 My dick you need to stay off
 If punch lines were punch clocks you'd be laid off
 [Hook x2]