The Danger (feat. Celph Titled, Apathy & Vinnie Paz) - Esoteric, Stu Bangas

Who are you talking to right now?

You clearly don’t know who you’re talking to

So let me clue you in. I am not in danger

I am the danger!

Couldn’t work with my bare hands but the Roscoe’s loaded

And I got it for cheap mayne in the hood Costco’s open

No coupons accepted just the loot and the bread sticks

Smooth the wet in your section boy from Tucson to Texas

Take a sip of this oil and watch it simmer and boil

Decompose you send you to the Devil have him employ you

Recruit some soldiers, train ‘em to be armed with a weapon

Conditioned to be calm and collected when it’s time for Armageddon

My luggage rack bent like a crater,(with what)

Lizard skin with tons of greenbacks inside all of that alligator

If James Bond was me, he’d be way more G

Trade in that Aston Martin for a chrome Bugatti

Go mach three blast the Tragedy Khadafi

thug cop a bird flock these doves hah

Natural born money getter like one of the Gotti guys

Conceited bastard, chip on my shoulder like Johnny Five (oh!)

It’s the Machete Mode hit 'em and I’ll bet he fold

You can find me with the deadliest of weapons sold

AOTP to the death every sentence gold

Call a bomb squad lethal when the pen explode

Bars are fatal I bash your skull into Play-Doh

I’m authentic like a Mako, you faker than Sharknado

Ian Ziering MCs interfering when I slaughter verses

Get jelly like Bobby bottle service haul them off in hearses

The flow is gruesome but deadly I’d rather choose epilepsy

Than check for a track of yours because that shit is trash of course

It’s so bad G I’d rather someone gagged me with a shake weight

Then date rape me before I peep what you laced lately

I don’t care what you say’s crazy, that could be lamer than Wayne Brady

I’m insane like smack your baby, fuck you pay me

Gimme the loot gimme the loot, but you ain’t got the dough you always float

You like my son’s Legos you were always broke y’all a joke

Honestly I’d rather jam out to some Hall and Oates

Or the last shit Madonna wrote or hear the son of a prostitute who tell mama

jokes

Cause listen to your non-dope moronic quotes

You’re a rat, call your folks I leave your girl’s pajamas soaked

Cut out the racket… you ratchet… I'll beat you ragged

I’m a rabid dungeon dragon that’s droolin' battery acid

I’m ravenous, Ap is savage my raps are the most blasphemous

Black magic or Black Sabbath singin' bible passages

Pass the shotty, I smash atoms and body bag 'em

It’s either that, or I’m lettin bionic Rotti’s at 'em

The most radical, rappers get out ya riot gear

They’re lightin' fires and burnin bodies when I appear

Rappers get attracted like Dracula to a trachea

Tragic when hemophiliacs travel through Transylvania

Transporter beams set to the wrong coordinates

I’ll teleport ya body organs out ya body, orbiting…

Your abdomen like ornaments torturing poor misfortunate

Formerly living opponents… you rappers are rodents

I have components for global thermo nuclear war

Inside my brain you know my name, bitch…*shall we play a game*

Aiming like Soviets in the 80's Diplomats in old Mercedes

Selection of several ladies with sections of cities

Locked… Iron Curtain for certain squirtin' my sperm

Dick as big as a Dune worm in virgins

Jesus, what was I thinking?

You clearly don’t know who you’re talking to

So let me clue you in. I am not in danger

I am the danger!

A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me?

No. I am the one who knocks!