Puttin’ Heads To Bed

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Percee P your highness Rap's finest and imma prove it, so move it I'll eat you and whoever you get What i'm packin's worse than a Mac-10, so back down You're wack now like back then Ain't nothing changed you're still that same sucker now Roast every one of you 'cause none of you can fuck around I'll fight fear, rip you right here I dis, you're burned, and leave you twisting, turning like a nightmare No one can stop me, top me or copy, my style or rap while your rap is sloppy You's a big doof, I'll fuck your girl on the roof Yeah, I'll even give you the panties back if you want proof, troop At least have props but, you're bummy coming outside Trying to spoil like your bullshit ride You're no frills, plus have no skills No grills, no wheels on your mobile so chill This loss, you made yourself Stepping to me trying to do me money? You just played yourself We can go deep, but you're so cheap so weak Kicking riddles like Little Bo Peep Your rhymes are all wack, you better crawl back No one can touch me meaning I must be all that My rhymes surpass ya, never will outlast 'em Crush and bust ya, as if Bruce Lee smashed ya When I kick a verse clown you're out in the first round You should have known that when they put Perc' down (Chorus) Put his head to bed Put his head to rest Put his head to bed Put his head to rest Put his head to bed Put his head to rest [Verse 2] You's a wannabe If you attempt to front on me you're gonna be through The next round you ain't gonna see You ain't shit clown, nigga sit down when the page slam behind this stage you will get found No one can do me, step to me i'll back you up smack you up and take your toolie Dumb clown when the P come down you won't have a chance I'll bury you like an avalanche Your rhymes are weak-wack so don't even speak black If I get you imma hit you 50 feet back Save the bass for crackheads, fool I'll bust you like a blackhead and send you back dead Shut you up, cut you up like a chef shake your salt, B Back up off me your breath stink You's a bum so what you came fresh today, probably wear it tomorrow just like you did yesterday On the mic I'll take your heart, don't even start grabbing shit (Why?) 'Cause I ain't having it New jacks try to get swift, dis and try to tongue twist Bunch of amateurs can't even tongue kiss You's a sucker motherfucker, bow and pay your respects man I'm signing off with the next man (Chorus) Put his head to bed Put his head to rest Put his head to bed Put his head to rest Put his head to bed Put his head to rest [Bridge] (Putting heads to bed) (Putting heads to bed) (Putting heads to bed) [Verse 3] When I rip shop you'll get dropped, get chopped Shit stops when I ziplock your fake hip-hop, you tripping Give you a fast ass whipping plus I'm gripping the mic You start flipping, you better start dipping I'm putting your head to bed Leaving here rich in the bitch, legs are spread I'm marvelous, lyrically i'm hard to dis An arsonist, even burn your carcasses Huh, so you better hide your bitch If you head blow up, when I show up I'mma go up side your shit With a fucking trash can I'll rush and bust you, like General Custer it be your last stand If the crew's back we'll probably swing, when I'm thrown out I ain't going out like Rodney King He makes hits on the great shit, but I make fits and don't take shit from niggas kicking fake shit He gets no set, but he don't flex 'cause I can get nasty and then a bloody (3:06) [Chorus] Put his head to bed Put his head to rest Put his head to bed Put his head to rest Put his head to bed Put his head to rest [Outro] (Putting heads to bed) (Putting heads to bed) (Putting heads to bed)