Rapcats Can't Fuck (RMX) E

Get 'em. What? GS. Detroit. Get 'em. Yo. I puff blunts fatter than Roseanne Barr. Blow cigars, love bad hoes with cars. Foes in bars, freeze, degrees is so low. My fans at the show could go play in Snow. Whoa, old man winter, heart like December. Spark at contenders and lay 'em all out. We play 'em all out, fuck your agenda. I put your fingers in a blender, no doubt. I make the Tec-9 sing like Gwen, call it Miss Stefani. I'm so hot, no man can sit Beside me. I'm so live, my song's heated up Like stove eyes. In the house party with a.45. Similar to hurricanes when I blow by. Rap cats can't fuck with me. For the who? For the D. Hold the mic like a memory. My poetry's deep. My intentions speak. Detroit. D-D-D-Detroit. I represent the city. Smoke supreme weed and drink that Henny. Dudes get religious when they meet that semi. Please, God, don't let them kill me. I'm filthy, that's why they call me guilty. LRG saggin' rap assassin. Mic clappin' captain and wacker has-been. 'Cause it's a brand new day and I run It. Whatever street shit you claimin', I done it. Unruly, so defiant. My guns shoot wild like Kobe Bryant. I got warriors at the Coney Island that'll body Your homie if your homies wildin'. Calm down, your boys never heard of beef. I'm a wolf and you resemble a herd of Sheep. Kill 'em. Fuck your homeboys rappin' tough. You wack as fuck, so I'm gon' smack 'em Up. Let's go. Hold the mic like a memory. My poetry's deep. My intentions speak. Detroit. D-D-D-Detroit. I represent the city. Any rapper sicker than me is dead already. I'm damn sure ready to do my thing. I drank a Mello Yello and blew my green. Get it? They just talk, but I live it. I'm so vivid, you'll get destroyed. Gifted at the party like the birthday boy. I got presence, true hip hop in the essence. Channel my aggression. Desert Eagle with a black handle is the weapon. Threatenin', am I the best? No question. Don't ask, my knuckles are brass. The rap game's trash, so I put 'em all In a bag. I tote mags for my enemies Lurkin'. Flows are certain to close your curtains. These rap cats can't fuck with me. For my homeboy LKB. For the who? For the D. Hold the mic like a memory. My poetry's deep. My intentions speak. Detroit. D-D-D-Detroit. I represent the city