Artist: Apocalipps Album: Radio Takeover, Pt. 1 Song: Str8 Jackin' Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Apocalipps] Straight jackin', muthafuckas Apocalipps, gon' take ya'll through Explain a few things for you muthafuckas You know I act, the way I act Why I rap the way I fucking rap Why my guns clap the way they clap Ya'll niggas slapped [Apocalipps] You the type that'll go and buy chrome for your whip I'm the type that buy the chrome that'll come with a clip And a rubbergrip, in '86, they call me Bubba Lip Now they call me Leave Ya Ass Smothered Under a Cover Quick I spit until my tonsils bleed, with fonto leaves Macho seeds, pockets got nacho cheese We mastered the slang, bash you with this Crys' if you front Inside the club, that's a weapon, cops done shit asked once Case you try to play like Puff, call my bluff Close shots to your stomach, lose all your guts Apawcalupps, my bad, Apocalipps And ya'll niggas tryin' to hold on, I got this shit Tots get split, for green, silver and copper shit I snatch your wallet through your jeans, and leave you pocketless Proper shit, I write all day, get right all day Got a bitch that never argue, she say I'm right all day I'm built like that, I ain't even human, I'm a species Matter fact my name ain't Lipps no more, just call me feces Dukee or doo-doo, I'm a big dog, yo just a poodle Ya'll still smoke cess? I smoke chocolate and piss Yoo-Hoo Rob you for your clothes, undress, I want your Fubu's Brand new Timbs, my size, give me the boots too I used to steal cars, but, shit is real now So let me tell you about the car I'm trying to steal right now Yo, it's a spaceship, damn, and that shit can fly I fuck around and bust a uey, and park the shit in the sky Get out on the cloud, piss on the critics below They on my dick now, they wasn't trying to listen before And all ya'll niggas that be thinking I won't kill your click Always keep in mind nigga, that I Will like Smith And Wessun, cave your chest in, blazy, now you rest in The heat'll give your ass a sun tan, change your complexion I bring the best in, this rap game, smack lames Snatch chains, clap brains, all in the same day Come at me sideways, I come at you the same way Sideways, but with an AK, spray in your way The day of the wake, I'm right there, kissing your moms Like when I catch the cat who did this, he gon' be missing an arm Mission accomplished, Lipps rip tracks like box cutters I'm the illest lyricist alive, did I stutter? Did I stutter, did I stutter, did I stutter, did I stutter?