Takin' the Loss - CunninLynguists, J. Bully

Battle Deacon & Kno you’ll be takin' a loss

On the street or at a show you’ll be takin' a loss

If you ain’t rhymin' like this you’ll be takin' a loss

Have you cryin' like a bitch when you takin' a loss

I stay dirty like Rastafarian piss tests

Stick dick between notebook pages

To show how I sex texts

Keep rappers in check like chess threats

Deacon the lone star flows hotter than tex mex

Givin' ears the best sex since 900 numbers

Rock all night like slumber

In a battle I Stone Cold stun the mic manager

Knowin' he amateur like minor league

Testin' me is like askin' a drownin' man to breathe

Better off waitin' in hell for a cool breeze

Beatin' me is impossible

Like a tank top with sleeves

My road rages

Drop fires and pop tires

I shock liars with the truth that I share like stock buyers

Retire and get your head right

Facin' me and lovin' life is a

Contradiction like an Amish website

Deacon the red light

Better yet the human pause button

Drop something that gets car stereos

Humpin' like dogs fuckin'

Battle Deacon & Kno you’ll be takin' a loss

On the street or at a show you’ll be takin' a loss

If you ain’t rhymin' like this you’ll be takin' a loss

Have you cryin' like a bitch when you takin' a loss

Yo, my middle names HUD y’all know the way I house kids

Force the mic into

Retirement like Jerry Krause did

Resoundingly found with classic verses

Amassing courage for the staff or

Drastic wordsmith

Ask a surgeon

I bet he’ll give you the answer

That this particular bastard is

Sicker than testicular cancer

Fixin' to smack you with no hesitation

Cause I can’t see nobody beating me like

Stevie Wonder’s gang initiation

My slang will stay patient

Till the clock strikes to slay

Fake men and lay waste with

The wacknesss

You better resort to drastic measures

Cause you couldn’t fuck with me if I

Was ribbed for her pleasure

Me takin' a loss

Shit won’t never be seen

Like David Duke wearing Phat Farm and Fubu jeans

Facin' me and you wanna know you chances, shit

Image John Rocker wavin' a rebel flag

In east Los Angeles

The same scandalous slang

Evangelists practically banned this the way that I

Fantastically damage crews

Your style is Max Headroom

While I’m off the wall like Foxy Brown’s picture

In Kurupt’s bedroom

Battle Deacon & Kno you’ll be takin' a loss

On the street or at a show you’ll be takin' a loss

If you ain’t rhymin' like this you’ll be takin' a loss

Have you cryin' like a bitch when you takin' a loss

Verbally I’m sky

Touch heaven when I barely try

You drop less then desert precipitation

Plus terribly dry

Whose ignorant?

Not I

Deacon’s like «That's my guy!»

I don’t need digital mastering to spit hi-fi

Find me on the Enterprise sky divin' with Snipes

My Drop Zone will clear out all shit with one wipe

Quick to send cats to the one that runs life

Just for bringing a blunt butter knife to gun fight

If you think that the sun’s bright

Well peep how I’m droppin' this shit

My shine’s quasar

You think I’m mockin' God when I rip

No need for cockin' four fifth to

Clear the populace bitch

Beatin' me is like touchin' the bottom of

A bottomless pit (impossible)

My alias is time cause I’m unstoppable

Got Spock in the back admittin' that suicide is logical

I pocket tools

Meant strictly for droppin' fools

I wanna get signed just to show

Half dollar niggas are robbable

You got a problem dude?

We can handle this like men

Call your boys too, I’ll happily cancel your friends

Put your game outta order

And pamper your hen

Cause this gin got me evil, darker than the answer to yang