Bang Boogie

Hand on the Bible, gotta hide though from the five-o
 Shut your piehole, get your eyes stole
 Ain't no industry devil ever getting my soul
 I be the belligerent militant until I die, yo
 Be like '88 Bobby smash tender Roni's
 I'm a master at mastering ceremonies
 Hit the bitch with the bad weave 'til she can't breathe
 In the garden of Eden I'm Adam, pimpslap Eve
 You should win an award for real when you're rapping
 Get a gold statue an Oscar for acting
 Your ignorance limitless when you live in abyss
 You looking like Cool J when he licking his lips
 Lay in a bloody bath water when you're slitting your wrists
 If it isn't a diss, bitch, then you get in ya ditch
 I'll might put a bullet in the cop; bigot
 White boy slam, dance mosh pit-ed
 Rob your mama house to lock pick it
 Lucked out if you thrown out; slit it
 I'm the underdog Cinderella Man James Braddock
 A pain addict, it ain't matter til your brain severed
 I'll be kicking your dick untill your dick piss puss
 I was given a gift like Kringle on Christmas
 I'mma live my life, no consequences
 Grab the barb wire, hop the fences
 Indie rap fans, a lot are pretentious
 Talk hip hop, but never got in the trenches
 Bitch, ha
 Bang, bang, boogie, the boogie, the beat