for devastating mic control You can't touch me with a ten foot pole And I even made the devil sell me his soul Now we crash through walls, cut through floors Bust
couch If I don't hear enough screamin I'm burning down your house Apocolypse the barbarian I kill humanitarians Pillage your village Slaughter your children And rape your women [Verse 2] Bustin
bust you bitch Roman gold shine so hard niggaz out here Know they can't touch that shit I don't trip, niggaz pull up I be lookin' proud when I bust that
up, c'mon start the show So I can breath and achieve the impossible I want the bootleggers to get it The wise words of Xzibit You never seen me crash and burn
bombed drop where ya pistol punk? Dump, get slumped, slapped and wrapped pack ram sacked Shot blazed burned scorched to a crisp, then stripped ah all ya shit Bust
now, I can't wait my turn. I've been fried, but I won't get burned. I live my life for the flash Reach for the edge, but I won't crash! For the
your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on Bad
cause I'm guilty (We burn from Jamaica straight back to America) Don't live at all (Philly, Manhattan, yo, Washington) (Let's get the party started) Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, bust
Beat on your head like a Travis Barker cymbal, crash I splash beyond measurements I tour you back to a cast, arrest your development Overthrow your whole settlement, this is beat embellishment Burn
time you touch me, swear I feel light as a feather But it seems like every other corner I turn There's another busted heart that's crashed and burned
crashed and burned my old Fire bird And walked away without a scratch And I've had my share of backwoods barroom brawls Been kicked and cussed and busted
bodyguard Stamp my initial in your birthmark P.L.O., bust like a calico, tally hoe Black expo, Tecs in Afros, we back yo It's Dolomite, crash your windpipe
one-twenty-four bits at ninety-six KhZ While you just now trying to get up on Dungeon D&D Thinking Indelibles will crash and burn you must be lazy and
And no frills, they try to diss me? They gettin' crispy Ha, ha hah hah, and we do it like this In fact, you playas Jack Jack's 'Cause they can burn
three to nine benatoned it what We all ran coke grams, you outta luck Young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what We all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust
your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your
open Push your seat back, just flow That's how we doin' it Bound by honest sword, take over the set Rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash