Snatch Your Girlfriend (feat. Bru Lei)

Live and direct from Sacramento
 Stab them with a pencil after macking on a bimbo
 Kidnap them in a limo
 Blast the instrumental without cracking a window
 Puff the whole bag yeah we never leave a little left over
 With the west coast doja
 Make magic on the mic after packing up the pipe
 See beyond black and white
 Put up your flag don't want to fight
 I been shooting craps my life and luck number seven
 You must be going to heaven or hell
 Die
 Look man I ain't got time to write rhymes
 Super motherfucking Bru is only here to fight crimes
 And don't wear a cape to paint a mask on my face
 If this my theme music Mr. Dent add the bass
 Can of mace on the keychain flashlight on the belt
 You know how many bad guys these knuckles felt
 I shove a mic down your throat and use the cord as a lasso
 The next villain on my shitlist be MC Asshole
 The castle's the capital aka crack your clavicle
 Snatch your soul
 I'm nasty like Tobasco flavored tobacco
 Shake the keg break your leg while you fake dead
 I'll blaze with dreds bake your head then I'll take your bread
 Your chain was read then I stole your gold and platinums
 Spitting's a nasty habit but with the mack you blasting
 You know what happens to the bullets
 I'm so fast I catch them
 Throw them back at you bastards
 Your back'll be like Baptists
 So holy catch a blow to your goatee like a goalie
 No one knows me so I approach a mic slowly
 I'm not on some okie dokie
 I'm known to light the stogie
 Low key I know these dudes who bruise bodies
 Instead of poetry use shottys to move parties like that
 Spitball like
 Everybody in this motherfucker will get touched
 For this mic to get clutched we can't lie it's a must
 A gust of wind we send your world ends
 It's a fact we only rap to snatch your girlfriends
 Back over bad actors with a fat tractor like
 What's the matter
 Meat hacker bush-wacker wiley cracker wascally wabbit
 Bad habit leave my sugar out the daiquiri
 Real name is Zachary
 Oldest in the family
 Pity the poor punk that has to play after me
 That's how it has to be
 Girls make a pass at me
 Sometimes tit sounds sweet sometimes they asking me nastily
 Hastily waste a G softer than pastry
 Competitors still don't know quite what to make of me
 Take pees in public
 Loving life fuck it
 I'm having fun until I fucking kick the bucket
 If you got a bill tuck it in my pants because I'm dancing
 Never pay for sex I'm freelancing
 De-pantsing dames got to slow down slick
 Forgot the foreplay
 Fuck Tenzig Norgay
 Tossing back a forty
 Spooning in the sorbet
 Always eating gourmet
 Shouting at a shorty
 Straight shitting on kitten emcees
 Getting emcees like gremlins
 Slitting emcees gutting emcees they trembling
 Emcees bitten by me become bitches
 Close come off hoes like my shows without hitches
 Fuck riches I got a collarbone collection
 Single of the month in fucking Hip Hop Connection
 Racket Mag Maximum Ink I make you think
 Rap's on his way home he just stopped off for a drink
 Chopped off your fingers cooked up them up like sausage links
 Leave you speechless now you can only communicate with blinks
 Everybody in this motherfucker will get touched
 For this mic to get clutched we can't lie it's a must
 A gust of wind we send your world ends
 It's a fact we only rap to snatch your girlfriends