Superstars

Ayo, first things first, It's time to shake ground
 In the eighth round, Box battle and break down
 For the beat, Killa rhyme tone
 Jump in the cyclone
 S-T-Y-L-E-S Yes I know
 The rap fiend, Vaccine, Pack rat fiend
 Put 'em up, What the fuck You plucked the bad seed
 Off the wall Spitting the gorilla tag team
 What's up now Duck down, Stuff that can't breathe
 Yo, you know the routine
 The team in effect please
 Don't sleep, You wanna feed one of my pet peeves
 The more beef the better, Sound gay
 But you all wanna sleep together, Okay
 In the club We don't sneak berettas. Why not?
 We got so much street credit, The fucking police let us
 Now that's bullshit, Cause we don't pack heat
 So come and get your head cracked into fat meat
 Keep it moving it's on now
 Making it bump loud
 Shaking it buck wild
 Waving the punk style
 Faking the funk now
 Pow duck Watch the pump
 What now
 Watch your battleship get sunk down
 Click Click
 Pow Pow
 Nine nine
 Thou Thou
 What
 Just what I thought what's up now?
 Huh Huh
 Buckshot through the speaker
 Dabbin' the track with both hands
 I'm like huh, huh
 Buckshot through the speakers
 Dabbin' the track with both hands
 Hold it down never give in, Styles sever your limbs
 However you want it to end, Dirty syringe
 I'll murder them again
 Nine seven serving them since
 Of thirty your friends
 Get knocked out turbulent winds
 Hopped out
 Whatchu' want
 Beer, bourbon, or gin
 I'm a fish
 You can tell by the flippers and fins
 Yo I got a rock style
 Pivot the offspring
 And joke with him with
 The distorted guitar string
 Who am I?
 Russian roulette, Kumathai
 Pushing you back
 Hotter then Quebec in July
 Area five one
 Stereo bop gun
 Live here we go
 S-O-B drop some
 For the kids in the hall
 With the new block tape
 Blast from both angles
 Like Boondock Saints
 So get up get up
 So let the sound hit you
 Snap this audio style picture
 Huh
 Keep it moving it's on now
 Making it bump loud
 Shaking it buck wild
 Waving the punk style
 Faking the funk now
 Pow duck Watch the pump
 What now
 Watch your battleship get sunk down
 Click Click
 Pow Pow
 Nine nine
 Thou Thou
 What
 Just what I thought what's up now?
 Huh Huh
 Who the hell's this
 Splitting the belly upon the shellfish
 Sittin' Indian style
 Playin the fair blitz
 Drilling your brain like
 Graphic video games
 Feel the syringe
 From the style
 Stickin' into your vein
 Yo
 What kind of shit is he on
 Really
 His style's really
 Beyond
 Come on punk
 Fuck off
 You really got to be gone
 Ripped out of your brain
 Piss covered in shit
 To diss this
 S-O-B gang
 Son of bitch
 I'ma start killing for kicks
 There ain't an Air Force One in the globe I can't fig
 Get it
 I'm sick wit it
 When I spit the venom and it
 Drips a minute
 Gets the women in a
 Quick dilemma
 We can settle it now
 And I don't know who did it
 But they said it was Styles
 Keep it moving it's on now
 Making it bump loud
 Shaking it buck wild
 Waving the punk style
 Faking the funk now
 Pow duck Watch the pump
 What now
 Watch your battleship get sunk down
 Click Click
 Pow Pow
 Nine nine
 Thou Thou
 What
 Just what I thought what's up now?
 Huh Huh