Funky Treat

I ain't new to this I'm true to this what could you do to this
For you to diss me and get away with it be ludicrous
I'll bruise you quick you stupid bitch I choose to rip the microphone with
Exclusive shit get used to it I'm Oscar Biggs and I refuse to quit
Props to Chris Groove you know my man makes
Outstanding beats flippin' samples like pancakes
Come on' wack emcees y'all wanna war my flow is raw
I ain't the type to be fallin' off my name ain't Owen Hart y'all know I'm sharp
You sayin' you more creative than me how fuckin' dare you
The only thing that fuckin' comes out of your head is hair fool
If you wack on the mic you've gots to bail
Even if your on my cock as hell you gets no props you frail
Lyrical expertise emcee's I slay with ease
My beats spread on the streets like a venereal disease
You best believe I'll pull an Ace out my sleeve
I gotta represent for the fam like Steve
Wack emcee's I shit on like Diarrhea
They say Karma's a bitch she might come back with Gonorrhea
Word to God you can't fuck with the O
I keep foes on they toes like a midget at the Urinal
If your not original I'ma cut off your tongue
You'se a Cancer to Hip Hop like cigarettes to your lungs
Don't try me cause yo that's a bad call
Before you do so grow some hair on your balls
Life is money power respect drugs and sex
You livin' in Quebec you better protect your fuckin' neck
I see ya'll pretending to be gangsta that shit is wack
Ya'll should go hide in church like Whoopi Goldberg in Sister Act
Cause ya'll cats be iffy switchy and fuckin' tricky
Ya'll should get smacked with a bat by Ken Griffey
Keep yo foot out your mouth keep yo head out yo ass
Life is deadly for cash and you gone get smashed
When lyrical midgets step to my ritches my trigger finger gets itches
I don't leave snitches with stitches I leave them bitches in ditches
I'm reckless check this I'll leave you helpless
With your head split and flee with yo necklace
What the fuck is you thinkin' my crew is nowhere near soft
Try take my necklace my man Nick's gone bite your ear off

See i creep from outta the woodworks where ya can't run
Jump out the clown car bitch with a paint gun
95 goons deep and we still coming
Better go grab ya heat bitch or keep running
Ya baby mama runnin' we be regulating
Now if i aint back in 5... People evacuate
Cause imma bout to blow the spot shit its all i got
Now i reserve this shit right now my sick lyrical style
Now half you muthafuckas better bow down to the gods
Yeah you fuckin' heard me we the Gods of the Underground
Making more sounds then 'em pows in a Thunder cloud
Cause yea we coming hard triple fuckin' R
Rough rugged and raw ya dun know who we are
The ancient half of the click rockin the triple 6
Ridin' with dirty clips from H-E double hockey sticks, Ya dun know
Yo my ghetto mentality irreparable
Flows of brutality immeasurable
Shit I'm diabolical, maniacal
Messin' with me and my team pussy is inadvisable
Cause i got more heads in hoods than a pagan ritual
Shit my rebel intellectual a send you to ya burial
Messin' with me is like messin' with a disease
Ill leave you right on the scene queezin as you try to breed