Demolition Freestyle Part 1

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] Bodybag the beat, toe-tag the highs [*censored*] more bragging rights If you ain't acting right, send you to afterlife I'm the action type, shoot, mash, and fight I ball like Steve Nash and shoot past the light And jump all in a freak ass, she getting smashed tonight I'm a vulture, nigga, slicker than a snake I'm a fool, I'm a ape and you food I am raping you fools Mike Jack , on the track I molest you rappers Wayne and Gudda—who wanna contest the rappers? No bodies, four shottys, get the job done No problem, I been a beast since Sqad 1 My money runnin' like Sonic the Hedgehog And for the bread, dog, I'm like Adolph H—Hitler, gimme the money or meet the sizzler I'm a toaster like Strudels, Ima burn these niggas, yeah [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] And I don't wanna talk about it Gangsta shit right in front you, nigga, walk around it Nigga, let me do me They know I kick it like Jet Li, Bruce Lee And I've done what they can't do Me, I'll put my gun up to your Aunt Suzie And blow out a doobie, paint her ruby I am a loony, you niggas puny I puke on the beat, I juke and never fumble Man, I spit that dope, like I swallowed a bundle Gotta spit that dope up 'Cause the old heads said, "If you don't, it'll bust" I heard if I sell it hard, it'll rush But if them people come, if it's soft, it'll flush Haha! Certainly Don't get caught in the blind, and keep your curtain straight No, I don't drink wine but I smoke purple, grape Sometimes, see purple stars—I ain't talking about purple Bapes I gets paid early 'cause I be workin' late Too many painful memories, shit hurt to say Crack flow: no bake, just stir and shake Shooting when we pull up like Urkel waist Sip syrup, got me moving at a turtle pace But quick, draw, pop out like a turtle face, haha Paid in full, you can't murk the ace I kill your beat, then beat the murder case, haha, yeah That's right, I'ma kill this shit And if the glove don't fit, I'ma need a catcher's mitt 'Cause I'm high like a bitch, yeah I'm high like a bitch Like Mariah and shit, I guess I'm higher than a bitch Keep it dirty like I'm lying in the ditch Like Eli, I'm from New Orleans, I'm a Giant in this bitch Move the G and add an S and put the I before the N And put the A in front of that, and that's what I am to the end That's a Saint, motherfucker, simplify it for them Where your funeral comes with a secondline at the end, yeah But you won't be secondlining with them 'Cause you'll be in the hearse that's behind all of them, yeah I see your homies dressed in black like they finna ride But that fashion statement is telling a lie I'm pelican fly, Mac-11 inside My bullets come with wings, and your cerebellum can fly Yeah, fucking right, oh, yeah Young Money, we are, sick as gonorrhea Like nausea, heart burn, indigestion Upset, stomach, and diarrhea Get some Pepto-Bismo', ho! [Outro: Lil Wayne] Haha, Young Mula, baby! Yeah Yeah Young Mula, baby!