*Breakfast Club intro*
I'm body baggin everything in sight
The site of a mass murder
A White dude rippin mic's... rare as black surfer
Ap serve ya
Do a surgical procedures on speakers
Til the EMT's are pullin off these emcee's sneakers
I aint grow up like Leave It To Beaver
Or Mike Seaver
I'm from where the white trash invented the wife beater
Hallelujah...
Born in the sewer like Michaelangelo
Donatello and Splinter
Then sent to earth with the antidote
To wipe out wackness
Strike out fast as
Cobra fangs
Blow ya brains
No remains just ashes
....
These days people get amazed by the mental
Cuz I'm secretive as rituals in Masonic temples
I don't care if they from suburbs, or raised in the ghetto
They grab they pad and they pencil and start tracin' my stencil
Why you prayin' to god to get a taste of the devil
How you tryna be real... when ya made by Gepetto
You lil' marionettes...
Swear ya carryin' techs
I'll incinerate ya flesh...
Then bury the rest
I'm east coast as they get
On any stage they put me on
Came out the womb with Timbs and a hoodie on... East... Coast... Rapist
Chorus :
It ain't hard to tell, I'm the East Coast Overdoser
Got East Coast locked down, pad lock
Verse 2
I'll make you curse the day you were born
The way you was formed
Make you wish you was the stain on the page of a p***
I don't take the bull by the horns
I'll rip the horns from his cranium
I'm nuclear...
Urine test's fulla uranium
Radioactive... my radio's massive
Like I'm Radio Raheem
Keep the police passive
Cuz...
Nobody want it
I'm hotter than fire feels
Karate chop cop cars and punch thru riot shields
I'm the bionic man
I'm Lee Majors
Sellin crack in the 80's
With 3 pagers
I'm the east coast beat killer and rapist
Police sketches identify our faces
I murdered the mic in about 48 states
What I do to mixtapes'll
Catch me a rape case
Too many f*****s gettin money
Get ya paper straight
Yall are gay as a dude usin a shake weight
Yall are snake bait... rats in the boa's tank
Sayin you killin s***...
m****f***er you know you aint
I go in the paint...
The defense scatters...
The backboard shatters...
The same exact s*** I do rappers... East Coast Rapist
I'm body baggin everything in sight
The site of a mass murder
A White dude rippin mic's... rare as black surfer
Ap serve ya
Do a surgical procedures on speakers
Til the EMT's are pullin off these emcee's sneakers
I aint grow up like Leave It To Beaver
Or Mike Seaver
I'm from where the white trash invented the wife beater
Hallelujah...
Born in the sewer like Michaelangelo
Donatello and Splinter
Then sent to earth with the antidote
To wipe out wackness
Strike out fast as
Cobra fangs
Blow ya brains
No remains just ashes
....
These days people get amazed by the mental
Cuz I'm secretive as rituals in Masonic temples
I don't care if they from suburbs, or raised in the ghetto
They grab they pad and they pencil and start tracin' my stencil
Why you prayin' to god to get a taste of the devil
How you tryna be real... when ya made by Gepetto
You lil' marionettes...
Swear ya carryin' techs
I'll incinerate ya flesh...
Then bury the rest
I'm east coast as they get
On any stage they put me on
Came out the womb with Timbs and a hoodie on... East... Coast... Rapist
Chorus :
It ain't hard to tell, I'm the East Coast Overdoser
Got East Coast locked down, pad lock
Verse 2
I'll make you curse the day you were born
The way you was formed
Make you wish you was the stain on the page of a p***
I don't take the bull by the horns
I'll rip the horns from his cranium
I'm nuclear...
Urine test's fulla uranium
Radioactive... my radio's massive
Like I'm Radio Raheem
Keep the police passive
Cuz...
Nobody want it
I'm hotter than fire feels
Karate chop cop cars and punch thru riot shields
I'm the bionic man
I'm Lee Majors
Sellin crack in the 80's
With 3 pagers
I'm the east coast beat killer and rapist
Police sketches identify our faces
I murdered the mic in about 48 states
What I do to mixtapes'll
Catch me a rape case
Too many f*****s gettin money
Get ya paper straight
Yall are gay as a dude usin a shake weight
Yall are snake bait... rats in the boa's tank
Sayin you killin s***...
m****f***er you know you aint
I go in the paint...
The defense scatters...
The backboard shatters...
The same exact s*** I do rappers... East Coast Rapist