Black Feet

Lyrics

[Intro] Fire all lazers Like to bust- bust- bust with my trusty bastard blaster [Verse 1] I rip the fat beats while wack fleas take back seats Leave thirteen inch prints on backs with my black feet [?] swift kick in the pants If you call the tomb you better know the dance Advance to the inner circle and don't make me hurt you I still got mad issues that I'm tryin' to work through My virtue is virtually vanished And that's reality [?] Punks are prone to panic, that's technicality but I rip the fat beats while wack fleas take back seats Leave thirteen inch prints on backs with my black feet The heat that I generate is prone to penetrate through Bones I damage straight through [?] and aggravate ya Very last nerve with my very fast [?] I'm like [?] I have the very last word You's a nerd, do the [?], you deserve to be heard Or grilled or flambéed, I demand to be paid for my [?] [Hook] Get up on the mic Get up on the mic Get up on the mic Get up on the mic and start to recite [Verse 2] Since you expect me to check mics correctly I smoothly move through these opponents like Jet Li On [?], some get charged [?] strongly Some drink 'til they pants pee Some just quit, some just bleed I see your future and you gonna need a shock absorber Funky as toilet water, they oughta call me slaughter I see my future and for me it's looking bright as ever And I got Midas treasure, I'm feelin' light as feathers But you can't [?] me with a tractor or a team of horses Could be as Jesus, make me [?] all these [?] Yeah, I know who the boss is You just go count your losses I'm like a doctor without benefit of college courses I rip the fat beats while wack fleas take back seats Leave thirteen inch prints on backs with my black feet I rip the fat beats while wack fleas take back seats Leave thirteen inch prints on backs with my black feet [Hook] Get up on the mic Get up on the mic Get up on the mic Get up on the mic and start to recite [Verse 3] We bring the bass that may shake your [?] Reduce these weak dudes, I'm sour as [?] juice And just as potent, I'll crush you like Odin My content is constant, bombardment, opponent What opponent? What is opposition? I see no competiton when focused on my position You wishin' on a slaughter Follow where we are, but you'll never fill my shoes It can only bring you doom Crush you dudes in twos and threes, I [?] please I don't let 'em leave and I don't let 'em breathe You must be thinkin' of another version, better me But I'm the bad Rob, the one that hack [?] Work long hours for low pay for fat slob You may remember me You may pretend to be fan or a friend But it's just a waste of energy 'Cause I rip fat beats while wack fleas take back seats Leave thirteen inch prints on backs with my black feet I rip fat beats while wack fleas take back seats Leave thirteen inch prints on backs with my black feet