[Intro]

You need to stop worshipping that Evil

And you better stop swearing on your people

You Hollywood, hip-hop don't need you

You sold your ass so hip-hop don't believe you

You ain't proven

I don't know who the fuck you think you're foolin'

[Verse 1]

What are you, a lyrical bodyguard, starstruck over the bodies you guard?

With pajamas on, what the fuck you rhyming for?

Fee Fi Fo Fum, the forty ton dinosaur with smoky lungs

Nigga, where you know me from?

Thoroughbred hip-hop head, hip-hop ain't shit without knowin' the ledge

That's what the God said

I smoke polly green, turn into Charlie Sheen

Fuck the honor roll if hip-hop don't wanna honor me

Fuck off the deep end, gimme the beat man

I'm twelve albums deep, you just getting your feet wet

Beast from the East, bitch, never been beat yet

You can't afford war without beats and respect

Listen, I don't want to rub it in, you acting like that's your husband

But this is mutual assured destruction

Look up, you see the space in the stars?

Don't create a facade, your arms are too short to wave at God

The lunar base god, in a rate beyond space PARCS

I was sent to the planet Earth to to examinate bars

To determinate whatever contaminates Lyrical Law

I'm like Negar wagin' a space war with J-Rod

I don't have to play the race card

I just grab the eight card, aim at your jaw, tear your face off

First thing in the morning, treat it like a day job

Mixing Johnny Walker with napalm

I hold your nose and make you open mouth and say "Ah"

The hip-hop H bomb, say something, I can't wait to respond

Run up in your dressing room like Raekwon

You act hard when the videotape's on 'cause you hate to be wrong

Well let me tell you something, nigga, this is Lyrical Law

A spiritual bomb that could cause physical harm

With a beef? Nah, you act like a miserable broad

A three-sixty deal means you getting circled by a shark, boy

Better beg your pardon, turn into a HRSMN and slaughter him

I'm an Undergod, you're too overconfident

So stop talking, nigga, cause you could all get it

W-A-R, nigga, I'm raw with it

Don't let the alcohol fuck with your soft vision

I'll knock you out of the park, nigga, long distance

I wrote this rhyme in five minutes

I'm like ten Ghostface Killah's in twenty-five disses

So fuck with it if you want to, nigga I'm bomb proof

It's like you on Twitter with nobody to talk to

Crush your spine fifty-nine times with a horseshoe

It's on you nigga, don't say I didn't warn you

Never had enough rhymes to fuck with mine

You know what they calling you right? Moist 5'9"

Heh, you souped up because you got signed

You getting so much shine you going fucking blind

[Verse 2]

Hey yo, 5-9, you must be out your rabbit-ass mind

Huh, for real or what?

I'm finna get some, y'all niggas lined up

Before it's over, I'mma show you what it is

I'mma show you why they kicked me out of the biz

Them niggas ain't trying to let me live

I ain't gonna end up like 'Pac, or Big

Without a fight you understand me?

Fuck y'all niggas, fully automatic trigger mechanism

You know my name nigga

What? When I say "-Bus," it going to hit you up

Cash money, nigga

Ain't a goddamn thing funny, nigga

You heard? Fuck the battle

We ransacked two Shady castles

[Outro]

Get outside, get your ass in the saddle!

Just slaughtered, alphabeted like Papoose

What you drinking? That look like wack juice!

Come at you! Your rap group versus my rap group!

Cross sabers, spurs and black boots

Duck, duck shoot, nigga, get at you

Don't take yourself too serious, man

It's only hip-hop alright nigga? Peace!