* [Copywrite78]  Oh yea, yo wutchu want, got wutchu need?  It's Copywrite ha ha ha word up    Yo, yo the best this year  To bless this here mic til your brain burst  I'll guest appear twice and the check will clear three times from the same verse  I was always a demon  I took the form of a fetus the second my pop's balls spread his semen  Lost my marbles at six  Fuck swollowin my nut, I make bitches gargle my piss  Bench-press and take over spirits with my fuckin' lyrics  Since seven my reflection wouldn't show up in mirrors  And every club that I rip, groupies tuggin my dick  I make songs I'd love, even if it wasn't my shit  Y'all drop drugs, generic and bland  Sucking the cocks of Biggie and Pac while tryin to inherit they fans  And may God bless the soul of every rapper murdered  Except for the cats I served  And if they were wack then they deserved it  Show me a thug, I'd permeate one  Duck from the son of a gun born from the barrel of a 38 snub    Yo let me know  Where's your crew  Round 'em up, roll 'em out, send 'em through  Bring whatever you gotta bring  (Let's do this shit) Bada fuckin' boom, bada bing    Yo let me know  Where's your crew  Round 'em up, roll 'em out, send 'em through  Bring whatever you gotta bring  (Let's do this shit) Bada fuckin' boom, bada bing    I'm a psycho with a pump  And a rifle in the trunk  You got ten seconds to run, I never liked you from the jump  I drop madness, give whore's jaw practice  Want advice? send your demo to Bob Saggit  He'll laugh at it, the audience will vote for it  HELL you might even win the fifty grand, go for it  This slut's mine when it's fuck time  I'm man enough to cum in her  but not man enough to take care of what's mine  Emcees with heart  Come in peace then leave in parts  You rhyme the tightest? I'll pull your seams apart  I must have an everlasting battery between my heart  Cause I shine the brightest, when I'm not even charged  You ain't no emcee, you're a border-line fag  With your boyfriend's number written in your rhyme-pad  You talk a lot of gossip  Only time you move the crowd  is from the front row of your show to the parking lot to vomit    Yo let me know  Where's your crew  Round 'em up, roll 'em out, send 'em through  Bring whatever you gotta bring  (Let's do this shit) Bada fuckin' boom, bada bing    Yo let me know  Where's your crew  Round 'em up, roll 'em out, send 'em through  Bring whatever you gotta bring  (Let's do this shit) Bada fuckin' boom, bada bing    I preach each word on the mic like it's my last word i'll recite  So I'll be famous tomorrow if I'm murdered tonight  Playful with this shit  While you're bluffin to your bimbo  Leave your razor at the crib, only thing you cuttin is a demo  I ain't waitin, spit it after me  Talkin shit behind my back, ain't hatin  That shit is blasphemy  You're trash to me  Far from clutched with a verse  SO BATTLE ME  And leave with a garbage truck for a hearse  Half Italian  Half Irish  All cast-iron  Even if I'm the first to blast  I'm the last dyin  Stand in the middle of a battlefield without a shield  Prepare, I could stare at a bullet and shatter steel  Tear, any rapper out there, that's how i feel  When I steal more now than I did without a deal  Rob your crib, take all your shit, hop out  Leave a thank you note signed Copy  The Warner Ridge drop out    Yo let me know  Where's your crew  Round 'em up, roll 'em out, send 'em through  Bring whatever you gotta bring  (Let's do this shit) Bada fuckin' boom, bada bing    Yo let me know  Where's your crew  Round 'em up, roll 'em out, send 'em through  Bring whatever you gotta bring  (Let's do this shit) Bada fuckin' boom, bada