Battering Bars

Nah mean
 This is great, having fun
 Ha ha, yeah, P!
 What you say nigga? Fuck outta here
 Listen, P!
 It go, beast mode, I live by the street code
 I beat foes the fuck up when the heat blows
 Don't talk crazy on cell phones
 Workers get ten off a buck like hell no
 Hell yeah! I am that dude
 Went bald, sell drugs, rapper with an attitude
 Punch niggas through pizza shop windows
 Red devil dust mixed with a little indo
 Sean P, call me Kimbo
 On drugs paranoid, who's lookin through my window
 My nerves bad
 English class failure, nigga my words bad
 You herbs had your chance, it's my time
 Serial killer theme music is my rhyme
 In my prime, I'm a primate
 Ape nigga when the 8 hit ya, that's my 9
 The fuck outta here
 Yeah, battering bars, pa what's the matter with y'all
 Simian twins, me and my friend shatter your squad
 This is that trunk pop music, make you pull the ratchet out
 Blood fire heat you up, then pull a casket out
 I'm who you should ask about
 I'll body any rapper, and get my paper back like Random House
 Put your Henny up, and burn them trees down
 Butcha laid the beat down, I'm like a beast now
 You should not speak now, zip your lips God
 Matter fact, log on to Shhhh Zip-It.com
 My watch Flud, shirt Lo, kicks Nike Air
 You'll never catch me in tight gear with spiked hair
 Timb's standard issue, the pimp hand'll hit you
 So hard it'll feel like a camel kicked you
 I get ends and set trends
 Roll with smokers that keep Bud on the side, like Rudy's best friend
 Niggas talk crazy, like they just popped an ox
 Come at me and Sean P like that, you'll get popped and oxed