Rusty

-Verse 1-
Tip toe through this shit slow
Lay you on the asphalt
Attack dog back dog
Fore I leave 'em slack jawed
Thinking I'ma lack? Nah
Backhand that backtalk
I'm rapping my ass off
Like "damn where's it at ya'll?"
All them games stop
As soon as you hear them thangs pop
We be sure
To turn ya t-shirt
Into a tanktop
In other words disarming you
And charming you
By harming you
Yeah we on the block
Big doggin like Marmaduke
I'm a nuke
Get it straight
Ready and set to detonate
Through every state
You can lose it all
So ya better wait
Cause I heard when ya die
It'll make you levitate
Which is literally the only way
That you'll ever be above me
We ain't buddies
Shit get muddy
Leave 'em bloody
In the public
Leave you laying up under
Ya under study
If ya think you're coming for me
I'm nutty
And spitting candy bars
With many flaws
And a passion for asking
How much carnage can I cause?
After ya'll/

-Chorus-
Competition passing by me
Like i'm nothing to them
Like i'm nothing to them
Like i'm nothing to them
They all looking back at me
Like i'm rusty again
Like i'm rusty again
They think i'm rusty again
Yeahhh, they won't be thinking that
When i'm rushing at them
And I come for the win
So fuck boy, come again?
Oh yeah thats right
They seem to think I done got rusty again
Oh yeah that's right
They seem to think I done got rusty again
Well come on!
See there's no way that you'll ever win
Oh yeah that's right
They seem to think I done got rusty again
Well come on!
Cause i'm as sharp as I ever been
Oh yeah that's right
They seem to think I done got rusty again/

-Verse 2-
Now it's time to get loud
Consider this a tetanus shot
Hands up from the crowd
All you other bitches better block
Shooters in the spot
And they all wanna connect the dots
I just wanna sit back and watch
As I wreck your thoughts
Resurrecting a god
That gets erections from broads
That might as well be on the net
The way they love to get caught
By their significant others
She can't breathe around me
Cause I completely
Smother your mothers
Up under the covers
Without any rubbers
Thats what she chooses
Ass like a horse
With the bounce of a cougar
Pulling huger maneuvers
On servers at Hooters
Can't blame me
Only so many fake tits
I can view on computers
I'm embracing the losers
By fucking chicks
That used to not choose us
And for all you fucking Judas
Make sure you don't lube 'em
Cause they all deserve
To feel the burn
For acting like the truest
We the rudest
Of all crews
And the crudest
Of all these rouses
That are covered in bruises
Cause it hurts
When you try to boo us, ay!/

(Chorus)