CLASH OF STAVES

I push a rap passed the max load
Rock a red cap like the Smack's toad
I'll snap and go Jax mode with an ax if a stack's owed
you'll need your back sewed
Each one of my cuts becomes infected and gangrenous
I wouldn't be going out on a limb to say you couldn't hang with this
A lot of little rappers scorn this pen
Cooking them and all their friends on the grill like Cornish hens
George Foremen sends many condolences
We had to knock the fat out
I keep an emcee dizzy and his cutman busy
No birds around your head, I bring the bats out
Then I banish your style with the push of a button
You're lost in space with a bunch of dumb pigs who just won't stop grunting
Once you flip then you'll jump ship
And get ripped to strips by my ninja star constellation
From the station with a six piece band, mic in each hand
I am a deep peaceful man, driving five under in a street legal van
The world today in disarray
With matchless courage I brandish a long battle ax and plunge into the fray
Where Many foes wish to eradicate me
I feint east, then strike west, parry south, hit north, like that I stay free
We've got no troubles, so pop those snot nose bubbles
And if won't stop raining then we're just gonna stomp through puddles

The head honcho, my rhymes smell like a bushel of cilantro
and my song is like Daewon upon a table going gonzo
For the cherry jelly, I flipped on the mic like Vallely
You choked on stage, so I gave you a mind-body fist to the belly
It's no laugh when my bassist slaps with a bo-staff
An up-right strung tight with the cables of an elevator shaft
The vibrations will shake from your 90 foot scaffold
Buckets of paint will crash down upon your head
You shouldn't have raffled
I keep a rap rolled up in a nine link chain whip
When the tip hits, it trips the main chip, with this your brain flips
If life was an album, I would be the song you wanna skip
In peace I rip every star from your boulevard and darken the strip
Sometimes you've gotta cross the street without looking
Weave between cars and buses, duck under tractor trailers
and keep booking
We've all got someplace to be
And I'm wanted on the frigid peak
with the double-edged sword at a quarter to three
Though we've got no worries, It's just a little wind and some flurries
But if it won't stop snowing then we'll just sled down what it buries

I will always be your comrade
I'll always be a good friend who's looking out for you
I will always be your comrade
Wearing warpaint on my face, showin' out for you