Baby

One thousand different houses and munch houses. I'ma make you wanna punch out some one ounce. "What the you hit me for?" Scream life as I punch counter and punches out Of anger. I once encountered a stranger in a Dumb gown. Black hood with a scythe. They I laugh in his face. Spit gave me an extra life. Like, take this, now get your back in that Cane. don't take for granted, and don't take given. Only bull you should take is by the horns. A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor. I everlast, pen is mightier than swords. Finish writing, then record, replenish, keep writing More. Nothing's riding on it, but your pride is All you're fighting for. So you fight, scratch and Claw, backs to wall. No one was there to Catch you, fall. You pick yourself back up, you Dust your jacket off. You grab your balls like They're gargantuan, and ask yourself if you on it. Pull out your pants with one banana, flash it On 'em. Nobody's gonna back you in the corner, You're hornet. No one's more ignorant than you in The morning. You're a laboratory storm, like there's Nothing that's more important. MCs, you better Consider this a formal warning, you're in for it. Girl, what would you do if I said your Body was off the chain? And I told you I'd smile every single time I saw your face. I ain't finished, I meant in half, oil the Blades. Nobody wants to play. They say I'm a spoiled little baby, but... Nobody puts Baby in a corner. I'm only trying to warn ya. 'Cause that Baby gets mad and gets to throwing A tantrum. He'll flip on ya. 'Cause nobody puts Baby in a corner. I'm only trying to warn ya. 'Cause that Baby gets mad and gets to throwing A tantrum. He'll flip on ya. What goes through an addict's brain besides static Pain and baguettes of 'caine? Break beats and words, an erratic train of thought Like splattered paint, scatter brain. Yeah, maybe that explains why you're back but don't Rap the same. And you're looking way thinner 'cause Your hunger got you looking like they took away Dinner. Chuka sugar ray Leonard. Wouldn't sugarcoat a booger, though, just to wipe That on a hooker's coat. When you say you're a chuka what? Chuka Now fling that from your fingertip. Hope it lands on another rap singer's lips who Can't think of anything of wit that's interesting as Or who's king of this English lit. Let your middle fingers flip on each hand while Extending this How low can you go? Lower than Chuck D, Hear the bassiness in my Voice? Darkie's back, where my Adrian? Nobody's crazy or shady in an eighty-million-mile Radius. I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots, To rap. Not a man, I'm a weapon who Just happened to be a rapper who just happened To be on the crapper when it happened. I had an epiphany in the bathroom. I'd never be the same after. Now I'm back with an apple. Type of destruction and a recipe for disaster. So let's eat 'cause I'm famished. Every deed is a dastardly one. Evil is past it. Even you asking for me To be polite to people is like me having My teeth pulled. Nobody puts Baby in a corner. I'm only trying to warn ya. 'Cause that Baby gets mad and gets to throwing A tantrum. He'll flip on ya. 'Cause nobody puts Baby in a corner. I'm only trying to warn ya. 'Cause that Baby gets mad and gets to throwing A tantrum. He'll flip on ya. So step inside a dimension, demented side of a Mind that's like an inside of an engine. While I multiply your undivided attention. But be reminded, if I didn't mention, I lose My mind and my temper, you'll be the first One who finds him offensive. Got 'em climbing the fences. Lost some time to addiction, but look up rhyme In the dictionary, I'm in the picture. Eminem is the synonym for it. I'm an enigma, Let's get to the meat I'm Gonna skip the veg and potatoes. Etch a McAda, K-R Legends are made of spit Treacherous data. that you would say to your worst Enemy. This wretchedness is what you get when you Mix Treach with a Jada. Then combine him with Method Man and Redman with Meth, and in his left hand, in his right Is a sledgehammer. And Pajamas standing in front of A webcam, beating themselves in the head 'til Russell lets 'em off Def Jam. Maybe I need my head examined. Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb hanging from his Ceiling, dripping with a bedpan. I need meds, swear to God, 'cause if I Go off the edge... See, I ain't talking me Off the ledge, man. Heart throb at a fart Lob. Nah, more like a smart slob. Art blob that'll stab you with a sharp object In the heart and leave claw marks all over The Walmart walls. Little Baby with large balls. No smart-slinging, I'm blood-flinging. There's nothing on this Earth better than being the King of the playground. I hate the swings, but I love being an underdog. 'Cause when I'm pushed, I end up swinging. Nobody puts Baby in a corner. I'm only trying to warn ya. 'Cause that Baby gets mad and gets to throwing A tantrum. He'll flip on ya. 'Cause nobody puts Baby in a corner. I'm only trying to warn ya. 'Cause that Baby gets mad and gets to throwing A tantrum. He'll flip on ya.