C-Real MC, Stargo Da Don - Grand Slam Lyrics

Hehehe hahahaha
Yes!
(Roger that)
Drop it
Ugh
Listen

I'm like a million Pina Coladas
As mean as schools of Piranhas
Hotter than the heat from the sun
And you just a sauna
Got the meanest demeanor
Dealing subpoenas
And fellas and hyenas
Acting and spazzing off as rappers
I'm breaking these lighters
Regressing
Tactical advancing
Like machetes
Slashing the beat
From the top of the flow it's just gushing with heat when I start to smash

WHO THAT?
The answer is the angriest masochist fucking up the beat
The shit's the nastiest
Call the activist
To react to this

Oh my God!
He's disastrous
Breaking the leg
He's Lazarus
Making em beg for their hands at the edge of the keg
When I'm slouching it

Oh my word!
He's so passionate
Taking the brains and he smashing em
Draining the veins and I'm wrapping em
Taking the names and I'm tagging em
Cos you outta the picture
Mark it and fixed ya with he poked you with the devil's pitcher
Till you leaking with juice (Jews)
Like Bar Mitzvah
Lemme think huh
My dick's hard
Lemme stick it in your chick huh
Im outta this world
Walk on the moon
This is Hip Hop!

Heheee
"Who the fuck said that?
Who's this funny lil -dominoe - shaped - plangled- toe- cocksucker down here
Who just signed his own death warrant?
Well, no shit!
What have we got here?
Fucking comedian
Private joker
I admire your honesty
Hell I like you!
You can come over to my house and fuck my sister"

Yeah
See get your mind blown
Faster than a cyclone that's running on Nitro
Get your mic blown
Listening to my flow
Whenever you're in the right zone
Turn the lights on
I know you're scared
What imma do when the lights off
So I'm pushing it through your left ear
And I'm pulling it out your right ear
When I'm in your vicinity
I'm killing every rapper until its infinity
I'm rolling in with my crew we more high man (hymen) like virginity
See we finna be
The best on the set when you talking lyrically
So it's impossible for you to walk in the shoes of a ****
We stay dope
No amphetamines
We load on artilleries
We hope that you won't want to join all our enemies
The felonies on these melodies
Make inevitable memories
So ain't no way in hell
You saying you forgetting me
See imma be a centerpiece if it takes every percent of me
And I stay on my grind whether you a foe or a friend of me
Feel the adrenaline settling with all these rhymes I'm peddling
I make you smile
Bring the color to your cheeks; melanin

You're so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece
Do you suck dick?
Sir No Sir!
Bullshit! I bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hole
Sir No Sir!
I don't like the name Lawrence
Only faggots and sailors are called Lawrence
From now on you're Golden Pile
Sir Yes Sir!
Do you think I'm cute?
Private Pile?
Do you think I'm funny?

I give a Nun hell
Atheist; nothing
A hoe; heaven
Head crack 666 with no 7
Murk cats on wax with rap
My flow weapon
Then I been doing time in my grind
I'm no felon
Mind blowing in the coupe
With no roof
Got no melon
Or in the trap house
I blacks out like
No shelling
Suicidal to my idols
And my rivals
Like the Eiffel Tower
I stand tall
With nothing to stand on
Plus nothing to stand for
I'm that close from being perfect
Acknowledge my knowledge
Cos I feel I deserve it
These other rappers talent
Is half penny or worthless
Got em looking like transporters when they get nervous
My purpose
On earth is
Live it up to my verdict
Cos niggas is colder
Than immigrants when they deserted
Bring the shock outta you like bad news when you heard it
When I'm driven by emotion I won't be needing permits