Price & Shining Armor

Yo! Listen...
 Afghanistan, bombed out, depleted
 I'm weeded, needin' an Ativan
 Run up on a rapper when rappin', that's when I slap a fan
 Bone-crunch you niggies, the gypsy needin' a caravan
 Half-man half-amazing, Mandela
 You know the flow is so hard, tell her, Duck Down
 Is the label, but - fuck a record deal
 Broke after I smoke and the motherfuckin' sucker meal
 P! Keep ignorin' my shit, B
 I'll punch your shit off like the Story of Ricky
 All in my face like a rap battle
 Fuck around and catch all of the eight when the gat rattles
 That hardcore rappin' is played out
 Till I hardcore slap you and ask you what's played out
 (What's played out, man?) P! Indeed the grown
 Squeeze the chrome, please believe it nigga, Caesar home
 Verse two, sunroof casket for the earth dirt view
 Work wet, wet work with the sket wet, who?
 Vest protect chest, but never get neck duke
 Dave Tua, fist of rage, I wave Rugers
 Engage shooters in battles, better behave, junior
 Ay yo, kill noid paragraph, crack ground, shatter glass
 Ill boy, Madagas', bitch with a fatter ass
 Top on the rooftop, spit shine my shit
 Pitch grind my strip, switch crime rhyme hits
 Got a towel, better throw it in
 Frontline bangin', P, cover me I'm goin' in
 War path is bloody, damaged from one sword stroke
 48 tracks to slide and the board broke
 What it do, coke kilogram crew (what up?)
 The bars is barbaric, Encino Man 2
 Paul Bunyan on the corner with the onion
 In the booth I'm the dragon breathin' fire out the dungeon
 Fuck a metaphor, fuck you think the metal for
 Put the mic down, fuck rap, peddle raw
 Street fighter, Juxx strike like Bison
 The nigga ghostwriting for Price on Mic Tyson