Just That Bad - Molemen, Percee P

If you got the balls do me

Fasten cars to me, punchlines are so puny

Since y’all knew me, I been deep like Paul Mooney

I might show up so get a hearse

Ain’t no nigga worse, stab me when I kick a verse, mic’s blow up

Like a nuclear blast, you see a flash that melt ya

Fallout shelter can’t help ya ass

I still

Flow the same, put a pro to shame

Lyrics blow your brain need Novacane when I build

You rewind tapes cause ever line’s great

I outshine fakes till my mind stays up like the crime rate

Rappers today bite and pray nights

Wishing that they bright or say hype rhymes their mind’s assaulted mics

Anonymous

Rappers be trying to fuss, «He's outshining us.»

Rhymes I bust, have you laid up like patients who take on a bus

I’m a sweet lover

But don’t sleep brother

When I creep motherfuckers take deep cover, with each other

I bury men

My flow have to bury with vocabulary so no adversary win

Will’s telling me, for real, fellas be still jealing me

Cutie’s making booty calls like Bill Bellamy

Hoes are hot

Foes are shot down, but the flows I got

Clubs close a lot, cause I blows the spot

Fucking threat ya heard nothing yet

No need for bucking tec’s for rappers to duck and fret or up and jet

Bustas and marks are first to die when I spark the verse

Park a hearse for those that started with Perc-

-ee P, he be burning dicks like V. D

Only way you can see me is on T. V

Legs are spread like newlyweds in sheds I dead what’s said

Since putting heads to bed then fled from FEDS

Yo' hoe ass got a vendetta cause I always been better

A trendsetter, fans send letters to me instead of yo' ass

I came down to shame clowns kicking my same sound

I’mma reign now, if y’all ain’t fix, split a James Brown

I’m the poet who’s rhyme was quoted

Lines are loaded, shine then coated befo' they flowin'

Showing signs I wrote it

I outta auction these, style cost some G’s

Challenger’s eyes make tears like the Force MD’s

Percee P that’s me I gets nasty

Rugged, flashy, pass me the mic it’s your ass G

What I make wreck’s tape decks

At my apex packing latex for safe sex

From chickens tricking pay checks

Killing ya

Filling ya with rhymes similar to bullets in the cylinder of a Dillinger

Spilling your brains out

I’ll blast ya later

You’re reading essay’s on me the next day like JFK’s assassinator

Nobody

Ever went to represent it’s evident why you hesitant

Cause I’ll take every cent and your hottie