Lean Back: The Massacre

Bakari B. in the building Check Check Bakari to da' B., boy I call the shots Call me B-Rabbit, and I'll pop ya dock Shoot like Clippers, pass me the rock Rhymes cut you like clippers, that's off the top On that Tidal flow when we send you upstream Put the burner to ya mouf,' call it Listerine Colgate, cold case when slugs leak to ya feet Put the bullets back in the gat, it clap like ass cheeks (It's the shit) We'on care if you got Angel Soft Shawta' tryna' get right, but her fucking angles off Peanut butter chocolate when I gotta break you off Gripping on ya legs, might take ya ankles off Freakazoid, no hypothesis, all thesis Lick you like I'm cleaning off my plate, Last Supper, blame Jesus Cracka's so candid, but so see through Shooting in da' hood, that's And-1 Street Hoops Squeezing on ya squishy, you know I like Play-Doh Video games be life, but shawta' I don't play though Shut ya shit down, off G.P., 'cause I say so Running with the champions, Gary Brackett and Cato All the homies asking what you got in sto' Been bringing the flames since MADE, and 2-0-1-4 Wanna challenge The Heat I have in store I ain't no fucking battle rapper, 'cause I go to war You gon' f*ck around and get slapped in here Acting like a pussy, get pap'd and smeared Ya girl calling my metro, want me to thrash who Told me pay for the nut, want me to cash-you Lawd,' can't revert my old ways I ain't taking taken women, them my old days Back when 20's and 50's was cool from the bank Y'all want dead prez's, we want Ben Frank's Translation, learn how to stack yo chips Folks always wanna talk that shit I park my whip, let the fists spark like spliffs Almost repeat, let my fists spark like grips Park my whip, give me the loot, give me the grip Stay equipped, have ya homies out here screaming RIP Hit em' in the noggin make his Dimmadome dip I'd rather see da' ass, before I see da' nip Tuck ya case, no face, trace, put you in a zip I ain't talkin' BeyBlades when I let it rip You want all fire, I stay with clips Get a grip, park my tip, on yo girlfriend lip The only shit you push out is when yo ass on sit You pop up rarely ttrick, you're a solar eclipse F*ck yo hiatus boy, we ain't need yo trash And to all my old homies, you can kiss my ass I'm Gone