Lockjaw (feat. Trunks)

Where's the intruder?

(Looks like he went to the tower)

Before I rock raps I drink a keg of Listerine

Then I spit the freshest rhymes you'll ever hear for centuries

Then I form blazing sword and cut your mic cords

And kill them garbage rhymes only your friends get hype for

Blitz your home team them **** need to come clean

So I give 'em an acid wash like old school Levi jeans (lockjaw)

Crackin' a faulty frame

And I bring the house down without hijackin' planes

Lock stocked with two smokin' barrels and will use it

To fuck up more beats per minute than drum n' bass music

Trunks ain't a rapper he's a monster from the future

Twistin' your body in more positions than Kama Sutra

Smart-ass gettin' the Last Word with Jim Rome

With a right hand like Doctor Claw that's known for breakin' bones

(I'll get you next time gadget, next time)

We can have a close encounter of the fucked up kind

(Time warp, set on)