No Coming Back From That Lyrics

[Freestyle over The Clipse & Cum'ron's: "Popular Demand" beat]

[Verse:]
Nigga I will rap a circle 'round, rap a circle 'round rap you
I navigate with wizardry through out the Earth around you. (Earth around you!)
Shout-out to Drake! No bitch could be the "Best I Ever Had" (ever had...)
My candy cane dick and mint balls - but she ain't suckin' if her breathe is bad!
Sufferin' Succotash right now I'm bubbling fuack her past
Google me hoochie goopy! - Watch what I come up, ass! (come up, ass!)
I'm the man in this bitch! - So bide the man in this bitch!
Now bitches want my intention like the Canibus diss.
You ain't got no mechanical mandible quit handeling dick
We liked you before the army now we ain't a fan of your shit!
You know my mad pop, Detroit is my back drop
Now shut your ass up and go have some sex with your laptop,
Ha! - You too nerdy I'm too scurvy
One gun pointed at your head, my silhouette - lookin' like two-thirty!
The only thing in this life I can't fight. - I'm violence!
"Bar Exam 3" droppin' same night - the fight is.
While you're sleepin' I'll take a knife and aim right for your eyelids, (SLAUGHTERHOUSE!)
Right! - I got an insane cypher!
And if you step in my lane claimin' you ain't nicer,
I'm a be whipin' your brains off of my range whipers!
I won't handle you, the .357 got handled dude
The barrel stick out, longer then the handle do!
I'll shoot you - your crew
And the cops riding with you!
I got issues! - They call me shot five nickle!
I'm equivalent to the psychical lock by a pitbull.
To rip is impossible! - Rock a pinnacle drinking!
The opposite of sublimal thinking! - Compared to y'all I'm a dawner, a criminal kingpin!
I see why these niggas wanna run!
When I invite them to the lonliest place in the world one on one.
And tell your mama, I'm a balla!
Matter fact tell your mama I'm a call'er!
Hurricane flowin' like water! - I'm grounded like Katrina
I'm sound like a felon of New Orleans allow me to go
Deyon Wallrick! (Wallrick!)
And make a - prediction - for the - future drama, I'm for it,
You dissed melodic artists; I bring all of my private parts to your
Private party and stick 'em inside your daughter!
Psychotic aura, the hat on my head is not a Fedora,
The reason why your wifey's bottom is sore'a! (sore'a!)
Benzino the hardest nigga? You know don't know off a hammers!
You know him for talkin' shit with no way behind the cameras!
I blam at ya, I damage ya! [beat stops] - Wait! Did I just say blam at ya and I damage ya?
[beat starts] Fuck it! These niggas amateurs! (amateurs!)
I handle toasters, I'm feelin' like my granny's closer,
And your bitch can fill a pee'n like Emani Poster!
Walkin' around with hand-held ovens,
That ring! - And change your color like Sammy Sosa.
I'm sick of man who groser!
I spit it from the stomach with a' osa and if you want it, you can come in closer!
And experience the taste of a knuckle sandwich
Waste your father, waste you mother. - Fuck your parents!
Play with me you know you playin' on all mattend
You're all latin till your potato get all gratined!
You're all phoney Tony Montana 'til I stick you
In the dirt and call you Irf Tone - like fall fashion!
Haha! - Pardon, I had to laugh at that one,
Usually I laugh at rappers,
Wrap both of my hands around their Adam's apples and squeeze
Until they see the light inside the tabernacle! - No coming back from that one! [echoes]

[Outro: female speaks]
You know Royce gon' kill all of you niggas, right?
Hahh!
That nigga's crazy! [echoes] [beat stops]

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