Face the music

Stick em ha ha ha stick em/ha stick em, ha ha ha/ stick em, ha, ha, ha
stick em/ stick em stick em stick em/stick em ha ha ha stick em/ha stick em, ha ha
ha stick em.

Well I tapped you on the spinal with an anesthetic/ epic is the definition written
into grooves of vinyl/ it's called survival, when I drop the stylish into
friction/tectonic traits drifting like the plates/ it shakes like the quakes in Cali/ the
mystic maharaji/ mission of the kamikoze come back kid/producer supper status/
I'm here to claim my rein as the baddest beat peddler/so place your bet middler/
the rough is a blaze and yo, were smoking out the fiddler/we're sippin on a
hundred proof liquor welcome to the dooms day dawning./hot like the sun/no
time to relax we pack the dooms day gun.

Stick em ha ha ha stick em/ha stick em, ha ha ha/ stick em, ha, ha, ha
stick em/ stick em stick em stick em/stick em ha ha ha stick em/ha stick em, ha ha
ha stick em.

Call me a drifter, richer when I hit you with the stick em/ I'm talking shit/ the pit
starter a wanted man /The one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and I
talk a lot of shit because I know a lot of shit/ I know, I said I'd quit but I just want
another hit/it's madness pimpin like Gladys/ The baddest/ maintainer status/ that
is no question/releasing tension as we step into the seventh dimension/this
jabber jaw's jaws are slapping/ we's what's happening/ the bones are
breaking/and fingers snapping/ the pressure is on with non stop action/whether
banging your head or steady maxing.