Yeah... hahahaha
Bars of Death, Vinyl Thug Music, all that good shit..
Bring in the drums!
We got comin to the ring tonight (bring him out son)
The undisputed heavyweight champ (bring him out son!)
Twenty-five and oh, 25 by knockout motherfucker
It's my boy Esoteric, say somethin
[Esoteric]
For my soldier to spit the sick, the lunatic
Military drum, bust through a lung, the sound like guns
I roll up, on dirt bars like a dustpan
Have 'em hotter than {?} like they Cubs fan
It's crook, Sea J, the man is berzerk
Make like Pedro and throw your manager in the dirt
Yo the fire never died, it just burned inside me
So I 'Kill Bill,' now I'm fin' to kill Bill O'Reilly
F'real, I feel, I deserve a badge of honor
For rippin asses block to block like Cappadonna
My flow be like {?} raidin the pockets
And like {?} stores ain't afraid to stock it
I'm still hungry, plus original
The only bars that I bite are made of chocolate
Es-trogen make y'all extra femme
Spittin two hot lines but the rest is phlegm
7L, E-S, gutter's best you blend
Rock buttoned up stomp from expressful men
Put the mic down - that's what we recommend
Design the rhyme with the mind/mine y'all blessed with gems
[Chorus]
Aiyyo break 'em (bust 'em) kill 'em (crush 'em)
Y'all ain't built for this rap shit (fuck 'em)
Y'all get killed for that madness (true)
The time is now, the boondocks comin through
[Esoteric]
Cats say they bust clips in the whip when they floss
Only time they blast heat's when they hit the defrost
Facin Es, you know that make no sense
Like the self-crazy name, far from Raef LaFrentz
I spit in aromatic images, river of blood
Women in tubs, sippin bubbly with sinister mug
It's under 12 dead therapies, under the assumption
My function's to operate on fear and consumption
But, I get gassed when I spit my rap
The warpath on my back and the weightless axe
You say you 'Die Hard' just like that famous actor
What good it doin if you overdosed on Viagra
You no 'Factor,' you work for free on 'Fear'
While I'm paid to be outstanding like police on detail
Think about it while the competition plummet
I kill for the sport like hunting on a full stomach
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Oh shit! He's done ladies and gentlemen
First round, knockout, knock out motherfuckers flat on the floor
Didn't I tell you? This shit is crazy son, crazy son!
Esoteric, 7L, Bars of Death
This shit is a wrap money, it's a wrap!
