Abandon Ship (feat. Rampage the Last Boy Scout)

One, two, three, we gon' turn it out

And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout

'Cause when we hit you with the shit we got here

We gonna blow your mind, blow your mind

Keep it moving like this, keep it moving like that

If I die, I'ma only come back

Yo, I'm saying, if you think that you can step to me, wrong

Don't even waste your time, waste your time

One, two, three, we gon' turn it out

And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout

'Cause when we hit you with the shit we got here

We gonna blow your mind, blow your mind

Keep it moving like this, keep it moving like that

If I die, I'ma only come back

Yo, I'm saying, if you think that you can step to me, wrong

Don't even waste your time, waste your time

You **** talk shit then abandon ship

**** talk shit then they abandon ship

**** talk shit then they abandon ship

**** talk shit then they abandon ship

I 8-Off like the assassin, now I'm blasting, I'm taking over

Stick you for your blue Range Rover

I told you, Rampage a real live soldier

Been in the game since the age of 13

A microphone fiend, so I'm gonna see my P-O

It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo

My P-O look like Vanessa del Rio

She pulled my rap sheet just like Neo Geo

I always roll through the forest just like a brontosaurus

Born in the month of May, so my sign is Taurus

Kick you in your face like my fucking name was Chuck Norris

Make you sing my chorus

Rock to the beat and then turn into a walrus

You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless

Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless

While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless

Many **** wanna know when the Ramp return

Yo, I'm getting phone calls from that ****, Howard Stern

He wants to know about my Flipmode clique

The way we get down and bust **** shit

LP after LP, we make G's

I run up in your dex, then take you for your keys

I'm not lying or joking

You get broken, dead in Flatbush

Back to Roanoke and

People always asking me, how your shit be selling?

From making shit guaranteed to bust your fucking melon

Police built me up on charges like I was a felon

There was no telling, when I was striking, had you swelling

Cruising in my Lands, watch the police how they be gelling

Lock you up for days and got a **** ass smelling

Yo, fuck that, you best believe there ain't no time for dwelling

If you ain't making noise, you need to kill the fucking yelling

One, two, three, we gon' turn it out

And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout

'Cause when we hit you with the shit we got here

We gonna blow your mind, blow your mind

Yo, let's keep it moving like this, keep it moving like that

If I die, I'ma only come back

Yo, I'm saying, if you think that you can step to me, wrong

Don't even waste your time, waste your time

Y'all **** talk shit and then abandon ship

**** talk shit then they abandon ship

**** talk shit then they abandon ship

**** talk shit then they abandon ship

Yo, yo, yo, I run up in your set like a New York City ****

I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip

You're lost, that means you way off course

No remorse, I'm getting five in The Source

I be saddleback riding motherfuckers like a horse

Turn and toss **** all up in my applesauce

Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse

Every since I was a shorty rocking Hugo Boss

Hey yo, Busta Bust, you just made my day

If you didn't put me on, I'd be locked like O.J.

Now I'm writing rhymes, hitting shorties every day

In the 4Runner, drinking iced Tanqueray

I don't eat pork, I'll take a fish filet

Now I'm knocking out **** from **** to ****, touché

Now I'm going back around the way

I'm ripping shit like my name was Marvin Gaye

Yo, now I'm back with more bionic like my name was Colt Seavers

Got you **** open like a bunch of wide receivers

Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners

Chicken-head, give me some of your chicken fajit-ers

Yo, I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margin

Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marching

When you talk shit you really don't know what you starting

Now your shit is done like a fucking empty milk carton

It's on for the nine-six

Mad shows at the Ritz

Now we got you open like Vicks

Sticking to your stomach like Quaker Oat grits

Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks

On the low, I still rock my Girbauds

See the show, I got my nickel plated four-four

All my rough **** open the door

'Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus, and I'm still hardcore

Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper

Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker

Every time I hit, I always hit a little harder

Blazing to the point where **** look a little darker

Catching suntans from my music, fans understand

Making fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand

Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan

While your ride is busted, I be your luxury sedan

Number one **** in the chain of command

Breaking fool in school like my **** Geechie Dan

Hey yo, I see intruders on my scan

Singing at your funeral like Bobby Blue Bland

One, two, three, we gon' turn it out

And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout

'Cause when we hit you with the shit we got here

We gonna blow your mind, blow your mind

Keep it moving like this, keep it moving like that

If I die, I'ma only come back

Yo, I'm saying, if you think that you can step to me, wrong

Don't even waste your time, waste your time