Lyrics Three The Hard Way - Vandalyzm and Finale, FINALE, Vandalyzm

Three The Hard Way

Ya know, so we wanna clear the air And let you all know what time of day it
really is.
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
And it goes a lil' somethin' like this…
And you don’t want none of me, I’m endin' the career
Of e’ry Barry Bonds wannabe that think he in the clear
Like I don’t know ya cheatin'
I see it from the bleachers
And I’m from St. Louis, I seen McGuire do it, stupid
Forever the fag for dressin' in drag
Actin' all animated like American Dad
And rappers reppin' white power like Confederate flags
When they be sellin' white powder outta medicine bags
I do you one better than that, baking soda and 'caine
I got that Ecstasy, I’mma put a hole in your brain
You try to compare me to all them swoll back entertainers
I’m outta place like an out of shape personal trainer
Cause I’m a modern day Gandhi
Me and Tay Zonday came in the do' to make it Chocolate Rain on them hoes
I’m undeniable, love me or hate me, a true player
Your whole crew’s the who’s who of Who Cares?
(And no one gives a fuck)
Yeah, you’re trapped in the closet
You’re never comin' out like Joe Budden, ayo what up with niggas?
Itchin' to go to prison where there’s no women
You the definition of a homo thug
Them hoes love it
Born along the street when the?
on the beat
I storm in, your men begin to retreat
On Halloween get a mean case of deja vu
And ain’t a thang they can say about the way I move
If pick one of your dogs out
Recordin' if he ain’t perform,?
important
And when they begin reportin'
Sorta feel like I’m Michael Vick in the wrong house
Can’t stand when good food go in the wrong mouth
So when I can’t afford the smorgasbord
I’mma run up on the table and fix my plate and flip it over
Lift my cake and take in that look on they face
I’m on a paper chase and they say I’m on pace to break a record
Me and your girl were celebratin' early, make 'em hate
You can do the Ray J, Screetch, Pam and Tommy Lee
Find a freak and make a tape and even then he ain’t competin'
Need a cape, save a date and watch when I drop an album
Power moves
Game
Is hotter than the sun
Speak my name like the taste of ass on your tongue
Who gassin' the son?
Try to blast at the one and I speak fast, and leave a heat rash on your duns
You don’t want drama or beef
I promise I’ll reach for your throat, snap your neck off with a sigh of relief
It’s the Mr. Night Gazer
Tongue like a light tazer
Gun slayed, engrave a nigga’s face off with a light saber
I’m a saber tooth
Lunge in invade your booth
Peel your wig back
Ingest your brains like you’re made of soup
Boy I’m sick and ill I need bail, rest and pills
I’ll pipe your mom and make that bitch foot the doctor bill
You faggot niggas cuddled up watchin' Dr. Phil
Type to spill during physicals when the doctor feel
I know the chain and the medallion and the rocks is real
But that don’t mean that you can rhyme, you need to stop and chill
For real
Take your time, just mine that
Know a G when you see a G, recognize that
And if you undermine that
You will catch a size 13, SP, (bing) right where your behind’s at, black
I’m done talkin', the discussion is dead
If you see me when I’m walkin' then I’m offin' your head
Yeah, I’m off with a ?, like I’m poppin' the lead
I’m the illest in St. Louis nigga fuck what he said
Who?
Nigga I’m talkin' 'bout you!
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