Busta Rhymes — Otis Freestyle

[DMX] I’m taking the mic, fuck who’s next! 2 niggas repping the R, X & X My nigga, there are no raps shit My nigga clap shit that quick Yeah, we on that shit [Busta Rhymes] About to roundhouse kick you motherfuckers face off My voice so big you can turn the fuckin base off Wanted for lots of murders lately - cops surround the place off I’m busting DMX up in this bitch You better take off [DMX] Went away for a while.. jail, prison Getting down for real, fuck it - living! Don’t worry about what condition I’m in Cats can't survive half the places I’ve been [Busta Rhymes] And while a lot of motherfuckers Sit and watch the throne killer We in the booth barking dog, welcome home We spazzing in this bitch While we keeping the crowd hyped Remind em like what this Shit's supposed to sound like Dogg, I pulled up in front Of the jail to picked you up Convoy of whips with about 30 bitches in the trunk Come on! [DMX] They saying locked down is easy But a nigga like me is greasy Population or PC, Check my file nigga See what I’m on Feeding with that thing, then I’m gone [Busta Rhymes] Most you niggas talk too much Putting police on ‘em Bunch of blabbermouth-ass niggas: Jackie Gleason I dig my foot in your face, putting my cleats on You niggas steady watching me putting the streets on [DMX] You need to think cause I got on chain that something changed? Bitch, I am the streets. what's my name I’ve been trying to stay sucker free But look where the suckers be Lit the fire under me, can’t a motherfucker breathe [Busta Rhymes] I know you baggage claim rapper niggas.. just carry my luggage And I take great pleasure whenever it’s time to punish Incinerate a rhyme, let me throw their ass in the rubbish I don’t give fuck what they think You niggas know that I run this You niggas can see just what it is and how I’m on it How I fuck your money up and be the foulest nigga [DMX] Fall back cause of all that noise you're making Only lets me know you boys is faking Let me know that everything You got is mine for the takin Before I leave you dead and stinkin Look here, I don’t play games, I don’t say names Jump through with the guns out spraying lames I don’t take aim, hit the whole crowd My shit loud! [Busta Rhymes] Ya’ll niggas know my M.O, I kill you, little boy Heatseeker missle whistle seek and destroy You ain't ready for the standoff And while a dog shooting I’m chopping a nigga's hand off Funny little nigga, see the way I treat him Talk shit when I whoop niggas, than I beat them And if you run around, I woop your ass cookoo Don't. Talk. Back. When your father's talking to you These corny niggas is wavin surrender flag banners Taking no prisoners, pussy, I’m teaching your ass manners Fuck your ass up bad, more bangers And air them out to dry Like we left them on clothes hangers I’m sickly as hell, eat your body up: cancer Who's the nicest in the spot? Ya’ll already knowing the answer Then I listen to niggas talk And they fill me up with laughter These niggas say they're "thug" But be lookin' more like a dancer There's something that you niggas need to know, it's so important That I ain't the one to fuck with homey I’m tired of talking!