Magnum Force

Lyrics

(Yes, 2005 Reporting live from London town We have... Jehst!) And it don't stop till your body drop Pen like skeng letting off pepper shot Make your body pop Get napped with a bommy-knock Clobbered with a cocktail I spit out a molotov We ain't playing no games like Konny Kon Five-side impact Trapped in a polygon Thoughts of a paragon Another anthem Another listener held for ransom Another tough beat Ugly as Marilyn Manson Dirtier than Callahan's hand that held the handgun It's the Magnum Force back to torch Come out of your drum and get dropped on your porch By the fist of the north Blue-fire scorch Tongue spit heat with the speed of a porsche See me on a horse Shield and a sword Get skewered on my lance With some black bean sauce In other words that means war Split personalities you need to bring a tag-team for Get flinged to the floor Pinned to the mat Splat Dropped from a four-floor flat (Yeah, now you see that's what I'm talking about But blud, you know what you need to do? Take 'em up a level, yeah? Yeah.) Totally nuke proof The sniper on the roof Elminate any spoof rapper in the booth Just toy-town tagging the loos I paint the masterpieces that hang in the Louvre It's new and improved Rugged-never-smooth High grade tune you can puff it in a zoot Dude's fucking with the loot We stuff them in the boot My rap's upfront like cutting in the queue Clean up like a bucket and a broom Take a big bag of boom And I bun it in my room I'll eclipse you Son you're under the moon Little Shih Tzu Don't put me in a bad mood I'm a Pitbull I've got you totally outsized, outright I'll pull your insides outside Leave you with a white-chalk outline Too dark to see, but too bright to outshine (Now see, that's what I call science But you know what, blud? The vortex is open Games is over Take 'em out here, blud) You can't clash the colossus Cyber-space bandit Jack your e-commerce No nonsense No conscience Suicide-bomber in a Masonic conference And I'm doing the same at pop concerts Banned already and I only dropped one verse Conversing with vermin A virgin Heard the word 'Urban' and turned Dick Turpin Turn your pockets out and I'm splurting For certain Pepper spray penetrate your curtain I'm immersed in the skirmish Roll with Gorgeous George I hustle like Turkish (Yes, yeah Show some respect... bitch! It's the iguana Jehst What're you saying, blud? 2005)