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Lazër: We are controlling transmission

Don't even change the station, I'm goin' Jason Statham
Creatin' mayhem, crank the bass until it cave your face in
Theze haterz? H erase 'em, 'cauze I waz made to spray them
You thought my name waz Satan how my flamez incinerate 'em
It'z straight evisceration when I'm takin' aim and blazin'
Lamer imitationz get a taste of my amazin' phrasin'
Makin' bangerz like a gang initiation
Paper-chasin', lay them beatz and then I lace 'em tight az strangulation
Invasion of the body catcher, shottie blast ya
The Veloci-rapper chop 'em up and toss 'em in a garbage can or
Smash 'em with a steamroller
King Cobra striking anything close enough to me, yo
You're cream soda-type sweet
Tryin' to meet my skeet quota, got a mean boner
Have a sleepover, baby let Sneaky Sneak show ya
That big foot-long brat, you could call it “Sasquatch”
Stick it in down low, Zach Randolph
I'm 'bout az high az your dad'z sockz
Hella tight with a mic/Mike like Adrock
This some good dick, trick what your man gotz?
Mama, I'ma get you off like Matlock
'cauze Hammel go hard, never rap soft
You ain't sick homey, that'z just a bad cough
I'm what you call a “have”, and you'z a “have-not”
I'm gettin' paper just to sit around and whack off
Throwin' dough up in the sky... that'z hand-tossed
So much ice, 'bout to start takin' slapshotz
Cold lampin' with your chick, J-J-Jack Frost
And don't trip, boy I'll rip your fuckin' nadz off
Release the raptor and Sneak'll slash ya in half, watch
Az I eat cadaverz of sheepish rapperz like lambchopz
You dealin' with a real mac[k], fuck your laptop
Puttin' out that fake shit, y'all some spambotz
You seen the rockz my camp floss
They make your face go white like Gandalf
And shit yourself, g'on player, check your pantz
Drop jewelz, all haterz get the ballz... hand-off

In the rag-top, I got my strap cocked
Sneak heavy in this game, no he can't stop
S-steady stack gwap, just bought a phat yacht
I got that hustler in my veinz, every last drop
Gettin' mad propz, don't want no smack talkz
Y'all could save that pussy shit for the cat box
Or get your ass popped, I'm on my Black Opz
I move unitz muhhfucka, every track'z hot
You think it'z rap? Nah kid, this some crack rock
You need a fix, come see me at the stash spot
Open up the padlock, Crowbot scan blockz for the damned copz
They want my cash cropz
But they don't know about the mascot
With that Lazër eye, he blast lotz
The world'z most danger MC, Ken Shamrock with the pen
G' damn, this jam knockz
Peace!