Big Sh*t, Battleship [Instrumental]

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, welcome to the Wazzle Castle
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (well since you said so)
Then step into the Wazzle Castle (that's what I mean, just bust it, partner)
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
All hail to the Wazzle Castle (check it one time, on the motherfuckin' mic, it's the B-U-C-K-W, nigga, fadin' all crews)
This is the Wazzle Castle (anybody wanna step, that's how I'm hittin' it up for the Westside Waskils, you know what I'm sayin'? Anybody, any rapper, you know what I'm sayin'?
Know how to take no shit for nobody, partner, you know I got rhymes on D-Deck, nigga, back up, back up off me right now before I bust this motherfuckin' verse, nigga, that's how I let y'all niggas know like this
Who wants to battle? Throw buck, we comp
Show me that lucky young maggot who wants to get his rap stomped
Yo, don't make me go ghetto on your ass, alright
I care more for a rose than your worthless life
And me plus a Philly times a Leiter equals hit
Grab it by your stupid nose and flush your brains like shit
'Cause a million men with a billion pens
Just ain't enough to outrap me in the end
Let's play a game, name the greatest rapper that you know
Local heroes or pros, a rich kid, some damn dip to a zero
I better my gear to hang up them mics this year, so
Kick back, your booty whack, I'll split that shit, sack
I hate to give a redneck sack this much daft
I have the power like He-Man when I start to rap
Yo, this is my mic, my stage, my damn light to shine on
And God put me on Earth to stop wack fools from rhymin', kid, for real though
It seems like that's all that I do, is rap for hours
Servin' booty niggas like you
I turned myself into a mile of rusted needles
Please step, shake your brains up
Walk this way and bleed to death
Bucky the Bone Chiller ain't any rapper killer
I'm Wasco 'til I die and if I go off takin' suckers with me
Like all the kids that bit me
You better figure this is a jack for your rap
So burn yourself, nigga
Just to do my song (Just to do my song, just to do my song)
Just to do my song (Just to do my song, just to do my song)
Just to do my song (Just to do my song, just to do my song)
I checked this mic one time
And if you're ready for this, Mr. Mic, can I rhyme?
But before I start, I'm gonna make it all sad
Picture me on mic and tell me who is really bad, nigga
I'm smooth, so smooth, you oughta chill
I'm smooth if I was water, full-on flow appeal
I'm gonna take ya by your neck, make to me your maker
Treat you like a womb to water when I break ya
'Cause I'm on a roll, I'm in control, I'll steal your soul
I throw flows like piss in the commode
The killin' of MC's and I don't even leave a clue
A wop-bop-a-loo, bop and bam 'til I'm through
'Cause I'm corrupt, you're self-destruct
I'll say, "What's up?" instead of steppin'
I'm thinkin' you should've ducked away
It's time to slay, I'll make you pay dues
And as I kick my rhymes, your sorry suckers sing the blues
So shunnin', now I'm this lyrical showgun
I pull my mic like a sword, the lyrical Lord will rip ya open
So why you scopin'? You can't fade
The double-X blade that's on my tongue
MC's are hung like an inch battle
Question my rhymes and then I wrote that nigga a side-channel
Get off the mic, your little picture couldn't work it
And use your hand for somethin' else, go home and jerk it
Check it out, this is the live sound of the word "cancer"
I got the awesome, awesome, quicker than the quickest silver-bed pistol
With niggas with my nine millimeter eye
Blow off your wrist, crop caps because I'm pissed
It's the madass ARMY, R.O.P. on rippin' shit
Every sister who lickin' cane, just been blocked like Locke, Rackhouse Bar
And after World Shop rocked, music stopped your mother, can't still blues 'em, hip-hop
If niggas science-friction, I'll plaque my gats like RoboCop
I'm like the night-cab elap, I josh with my u-wop
I poppin' my clip and bam, I jam it won't stop
Just like cinnamon, with the original rap, Trap Attack Vibes
My fingers on trigger and my aim is all nice
Hardcore pro, welcome, ho, negro
I burn up saps and blast off my desert eagles when I flow
You can get your motherfuckin' ass, come on, bring it on
Up, up, and away we go, yo
Don't forget this mic flow, so
Swift with the gift 'em, niggas don't wanna battle long enough
Out of a Gorge, enforcing niggas to run for cover
Maniac, meaning that I shoot at whatever's clever
Or whenever a punk may think he's fuckin' better
All these kids group, it's just a gimmick that is mighty wack
As a matter of fact, my album's mighty phat
Possessing Girlie's mind as I lyrically incline
Puttin' time in my rhymes, turnin' my nickels to dimes
Incredibly, competitively, I'm ranked one of the best
I felt it's time, I got this shit off my chest
This is Duasco, cats up, cats
Yeah, it's off
Off with they head, they
Face, uh-huh
Don't even speak, I'ma get they face broke