They told me not to come to grind time, it was biased But they hate me everywhere so I said fuck it, Ima try it Con, they put me in front of this astronaut, named Brian that I didn't eat last year cause I was on a diet He can't tell bout people that's dyin', but he could tell you how many light years it take for a space shuttle to get to Zion This geek look like a professor in science, a retarded quarterback for the Giants That's 29 and a half years old and get an allowance It ain't a gangsta bone in his body, nowhere He still can't have company in his house without his folks there If he's a wrestler, I'll spin in the crowd and throw chairs If he was a wrestler, he'll blow niggas in the crowd and wear gold hair I could tell he's a wannabe tough dude, tapes of him butt naked in Lush room And blamed it on all the ecstasy pills and the mushrooms My punchlines make peoples' eyes swell You don't even rhyme well, all you do is scream, whine, cry, yell And they laugh, cause you (resind?) them of Seinfeld Flow and delivery, what I'm all about Breakin' niggas down to pieces, Ars, I'm the slaughterhouse Money, don't fuck with murders, Ortiz, whatchu frontin' for? Give me a crooked I, these 5 9s will knock ya buddens off My peoples looked at my like "Rex, what the guns is for?" You better off with a glass of milk, this nigga muffin soft I'm like "of course, but I love it when the heat is workin'" Long clip, keep spittin' like a teethless person He ain't got no street credibility, he ain't even worth it He wouldn't wave a firearm if his sleeve was burnin' Now it's time for you to get exposed, his face is already red so we know that he a clown All he missin is the nose, he already got on an outfit and them stupid ass shoes Since you stupid, Ima start rappin' stupid, like you I'll step on your spine 'till your back starts to break...(waits for crowd to settle down) I'll step on your spine 'till your back starts to break Then throw hurricanes at you, till ya earth starts to quake Then I'll take your remains, and throw 'em in a lake Now, what's that shit on the side of your face? It could talk, this thing really could talk, it was hollerin' at his mother To be honest, Lush... this shit by my ear is the father to his little brother And look, I just got a phone call from his mother It went "Hi, T-Rex, I know that you're black. I got a son named Brian, and you know that he raps I'll give ya whole crew the head, you let him spit on a track I already fucked Tech N9ne, and Kool G Rap But wait, I already fucked Tech N9ne, and Kool G Rap, wait...lemme take off this goddamn hat You think you gon' beat me wearin' some shit like that? You think you could defeat me wearin' some shit like that? Nigga I'll pull out big guns, that'll make that stupid ass hat run....EASY...Harlem, bitch!
I'm from where you get niggas hammered, you know hammered, like slumped He's from where you get niggas hammered, you know hammered, like, drunk I'm from where you ride up and spray lead The toughest thing he ever did was smashin' a beer can with his head I'm from where you ride up and let eights off And he's from where you ride up....ramps on skateboards He hate girls, his father is into gay porn On Halloween I heard he had a Ru Paul cape on Now of course, what makes him think he could rhyme with Rex? I'm built, only thing he ever kilt, was a Irish dress You a baller? I'm the refs, I whistle there goes the tech No football at all but bullets thrown at ya chest It don't make your raps no harder cause ya face turn red Cause the people that don't know you, they might think you was dead Now the word around Stockton? That they hate you to death They don't respect you, they neglect you, they think you a Fed Now when I turned to Dizaster, you know the things that he said? "Fuck all the rumors you hear about Okwerdz cause he's great in the bed" Now...Now..I hear that's your man, and supposed to be close with 'em But Lush, that don't mean he should be freestylin' and lockin' himself in the vault with 'em Come out the closet, you niggas gay, everybody know ya'all frontin' Ya'all be slappin' each other on the ass like "good game" and ain't nobody playin' nothin!?? Nigga that's disgustin'! You bitch, you fag, you homo, you dweeb That take pills, that pop E, PCP, sheesh, he fuckin' with more drugs than Duane Reade Now this nigga done lost to who? Iron, Hollow, Arsonal Difference is, I got iron, and hollows, in my arsenal I understand iron and arsonal, but that nigga hollow is horrible This ain't the panthers versus the Klan This ain't Kobe against Nash This is not white against black, or Grindtime against Smack This is real against fake, this is me against that It's about a nigga that's a legend, against a nigga, that was ehhhh I'm a vet, I kill niggas on cameras and shit And he's a vet, he be dealin' with hamsters and shit I be lookin' at girls' ass, he look at little girls' Pampers and shit, that don't make you a man, you a bitch I want that power and respect, you sneak in my bathroom I'm in that shower with the tech I kill him downtown with the powder and the wet I'm a wild farmer, wearin' the farmer and the vest I promise I'm the best, I hit 'em with the llama it'll knock 'em down the steps Don't be arguin with Rex, bitch on the strip ya dome get split One in his chest make him fold like a phone that flip Silencer was on the front, he never heard it spit I murked his ass...he still think he on phone with Sprint I came here to fuck up the crime rate, now he don't know who takin' him out, it feel like a blind date, easy
Ima be...everybody know I'm kickin' his ass, so it don't matter what he say already And how the crowd feel in ya hometown, cause I got paid already He say my name in his last two battles so you know he respect me But it never made me mad cause he never impress me Then he had the nerve to say what he'll do if he catch me Then what did he do when he catch me? Not a damn thing Fifth so strong it damn near tore a (hamspring?) Had to learn to shoot from my right till my left hand spring Dot Mob, bitch, I started my own campaign I'm aimin' for his brows, it get popped like champagne Whatchu think I came all the way to Oakland not to get off? For you to beat me, you gon' need a bed from Rick Ross, the outfit from Kriss Kross Lil' Kim's lip gloss, Superman's power, and a mission from Jigsaw This nigga gotta be jokin', I got the stamp, I'm the young Kevin Durant, I brung that Thunder to Oakland Now these niggas gave me the OK, for me to kill OK Couldn't do it in Harlem, had to bring it to OK Shooters on call, spray when I give that OK You finished, you Nicole Simpson, I'm OJ Now, everybody know he racist, from the shit that he say Cause he answer all of his questions like, "OKKK" Now...I always hear him talkin' bout how he always sprayin' stuff when it come on And how he's always got his gun drawn, and where I'm from they say fuck a one on So we'll put all these white people in boxes, it'll remind 'em of when the brady bunch come on So just know that when I'm comin' to spark ya, and you see that long nose, that it ain't Marsha Marsha Marsha Nigga you said you was gon' fuck T-Rex up, well I'm two deep in ya hometown nigga, what? Nigga I'm kickin' yo ass, cause of Beasley and cause of Lush I'm whippin' yo ass, from Rosa Parks' seat on that bus I'm whippin' yo ass...nigga, I'm whippin yo ass from Rosa Parks' seat on that bus I'm whippin' yo ass, cause you fake, and I'm real I'm whippin' yo ass for that little black girl in "It's Time to Kill" Nigga im whippin' yo ass cause I'm a gangsta, and you ain't shit I'm whippin' yo ass cause it's 2010, and you still own a slave ship Now, I'm not hatin', but if I give this white guy a black eye Is that (surrogation???) [Okwerdz: Segregation...] Think it's a game when I'm sneakin' through ya window Sparkin', blowin' the cartridge like I'm playin' a Nintendo 50 dots hoppin' outta rentals, bats swing at 'em, now he's duckin' under sticks like it was limbo (???????? like Klitschko???) I play with Glocks and I got a fistful Pop and will not miss you, got me in the octagon, now this nigga Ok is gone Pop the jawn, couldn't see my face, I had the stocking on, Dot mob bitch....