Edge:
When my bitch on her period, I find her rear
I am in a higher gear, sippin budwiser beer
Empires fear, cause when I rap choirs cheer
When u c me, best know that the fires near
Callin liars queer, flash ooz. I thrash, bruise
Im nuts like cashews, I bash crews and smash u
fuck bitches, cash rules, I hurl, have beer after
I go through grass like a John Deer tractor
Ur girl is fear factor, ur raps r mere laughter
When theres no coke, im snortin valume than
Ur girl gets my bone hard, I call her calcium
I see ur crew, theyr a bunch of mouthy men
Tell them watch their backs, I will bounty them
People these days, pop off the mouth at random
Its straight pandem-onium , I slam them
Im owning them, I damn them, and cram them
All up in the trunk, get hauled up to the dump
Crawl up every bump, cause all u hear is thump
Im gun wielding, from nuns stealin, done feelin
Trust no1 cause theres even chum squealing
Its un real and, I don’t know what to think
Fuck a shrink, cause of the cup I drink
Now im startin to feel flushed and pink
People start to laugh, like “ha-ha, ur funny”
Getting on a track with Yah-Ha is money
His name is respected, bullets never misdirected
Puttin us together, better hope ur IV is injected
Edge:
The rookie and the veteran, tearing this shit up
Keep poppin off ya mouth and ul get hit up
I swear man, theres no joking, we find nothing humorous
Wer indestructible, theres nothing u could do to us
Yah-Hah:
I stay up with these raps some say I lack sleep,
I hack these rap geeks throw em into the trash heep,
Slashin these black sheep into Mary's little lamb,
Stone cold like Medusa I'll shoot ya turn this fairy into sand,
I'm jumpin off The Edge with a parachute on my back,
You'll get jumped by the Edge get left with a pair of shoes on ya back,
This pair of dudes on a track with heat to burn volcanoes,
Look like you tryin to walk down the streets wearin FAME's clothes,
Like wat is this a a new diss? Who is it directed to?
Find out that even the hands of Jesus stopped protectin you,
I'm lettin loose, slash this cat with my battle axe,
I smash these rats when I fracture backs,
Matter fact take the number of scraps I've jacked and fraction that,
Soon as you hear the click clack get back,
Hear your ribs crack on impact of my big bat,
Edge:
The rookie and the veteran, tearing this shit up
Keep poppin off ya mouth and ul get hit up
I swear man, theres no joking, we find nothing humorous
Wer indestructible, theres nothing u could do to us