like me, I'm sound Conviction to beat knocks, from my head to my cheap socks Underneath Living Legends Reebok's I'm bound to free speech thoughts, seep around rocks
yo mama on her knees screamin' Hallelujeh Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy And her friends the Rat-A-Tat boy Matter of fact boy, this
a priest In a room where the ceiling leaks of crimson grease, Where the living eats the dead, and the dead reek, Rock bottom transforms human beings
tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tat Put his ass on his back for the comosat Now can I keep my style and get wild? Me, kid rock and wes chill, just coolin on
[Hook] (Rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, tatta rat-ta-ta-tatta to make his blood splatter (4x) [Verse 1] You jackin me you go the wrong season You
, stalkin a piece of flesh meat Is that what you do for a living get paid? C'mon, there's plenty of ways to get paid But instead of living the life that
Lincoln popped out of his grave And took an AK47 out from under his hat And blew Batman away with a rat-a-tat-tat But he ran out of bullets and he
record a song, gon' put my daughter on Cause she realer than most niggaz I tote triggers, for you broke niggaz and gold diggers with no figures That why I palm the heater, for
a lady I can do for myself, makin' my bacon living gravy And thankin' the Lord 'cause more importantly he saved me I shot for the moon, lookin' for comets
the po po's but ill never help your ass in this game nigga... Who's Da Killer? [Master P] Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put slugs in
wet A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a fucking tech Rat tat to the tat tat, I'm a take him out of his memory For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick
di campaign Non stop we ridin' this train Platinum plaques and all the fame We change the game Dutty rock, got my back, rat a tat tat tat If a bwoy
Lincoln popped out of his grave And took an AK47 out from under his hat And blew Batman away with a rat-a-tat-tat But he ran out of bullets and he ran
Lincoln popped out of his grave, And took an AK-47out from under his hat, And blew Batman away with a rat-a-tat-tat, But he ran out of bullets and he
Who the fuck gon' tell? If for the big crews, I let my shit go Parat-a-tat-atat at y'all fairies Watch, I make a POW like the World Series is won I told
the clock For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet rock' Was out in the street when he met this sister Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit'
you never seen me live before And how long it's been since you've been moved like that And on top of it beats that go rat-a-tat-tat
see you rock, rock, rock I wind up on ya hip, hip, hip And never ever stop, stop, stop I wanna see you dip, dip, dip And let me see you rock, rock, rock