God] You know Pudgie, who rock the old rugby, kinda chubby Timbs always muddy, and his wiz is kinda ugly Him and his man Dudley got killed in an accident
body rock, while you shark lamble pop channels My hip hop battles could stock capital I can not help you, last or deblack you Step into my classroom kid
battle it be thunderin and stormin So don't get nervous, that's just Doc performin [CHORUS] Kill the beat! Kill the beat! (Kill the beat!) Kill the beat
where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up, You know you fucked When you get on a stretcher
I've been watching you, can you even raise your sword? Against another, where's the cold blooded killer, you once were Do you no longer have the stomach
you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up, You know you fucked When you get on a stretcher
thats pure and you can tell our shits the goods So underground you wouldn't sell it if you could I'm that lyricist your parents warned you about That sound that got you
where you think you goin. Corus: Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin. Aiiyo, what you doin nigga. Where you think you goin. Where you think you
