Kill Or Be Killed

[Verse] Fuck, fuck, fuck Kill or be killed Fucking with the heavy metal shit Niggas can't deal with it Light years ahead of shit Ain't a nigga left on the roster got ya Spitting up blood all over your microphone Imposter, run for the hills Billy Cause I got you spitting that wack shit Guzzle this vodka, relax kid, hell is where you leading to I know you don't believe in hell, but hell believes in you Sucker, next time you see me your lips are going to pucker Kiss my stinking ass, pay back was a bitch Now she's a bad motherfucker Foot, fist and thought, three of the deadliest weapons My soul's ice cold no hot stepping Claiming you did a bid, dude kill the drama The only beast belly you ever been in was your momma's Comma, meaning a pause Got ya one legged critics crawling on all fours I mastered the world, this is my cue Now pain has a face, kid allow me to show it to you Now get up on the stage MC, if you will But when it comes to the mic MC Kill or be killed I know there are many different versions of skill But when it comes to the mic MC Kill or be killed You're the first little piggy to be slaughtered by the wolf's rhyme But in this rhyme I am the third swine I built a Brickhouse, it's all mine I'm spitting acid kid, the burns got ya face down in ya casket kid What! (kill or be killed) (Nigga) mad man combat (Kill or be killed) every man for himself Success will not be measured by wealth (Nigga, kill or be killed) For who (nigga) do you bring (kill or be killed) Can yo feel this (nigga) Uh, the rap game got me canabialistic For brain, it's a delicacy My rhyme was written, you claim It was irrelevant B, cause you was wack from the beginning I had your head spinning Now you're all upset cause your girlfriend's clinging I mean to be rude, shooting first cause I got Hella niggas out there who would eat my food dud Including you dude I swing at competition like a feind swing a mood And shine with the veteran or rookie all-stars I make love to Venus and world war with Mars Cause a rap czar's attack must be astronomical A Castro grip on hip hop will be phenomenal But for now, straighten your spine stand proud Cause Sauk's that nigga who be tapping at your brow Soldier, my tolerance for disobedience is now over Kid, let's see who's bolder, giving you the cold shoulder Freeze, missed the first pitch now your grip's choked up Bitch please, used to represent your 'hood, came gunning for me Now you're at the purgatory gates of rhyme running from me You got on the stage MC, you were real But when it comes to the mic MC Kill or be killed You lost so the next lifetime you cut a deal When it comes to the mic MC Kill or be killed You know sometimes you just got to say, fuck a nigga