[Verse 1: Danny!] Smokin' sour diesel with Evel Knievel watchin' "Leave It To Beaver" reruns with twenty-three nuns And fifty priests Sixty feet under sea level She-devils rebel and rabble-rousin' I grab a thousand pounds of sheet metal And manufacture my own guns Makeshift artillery, I'm killin' these niggas Fracture their nose, dun Take Kidz In The Hall, toss 'em down a hallway and I finish 'em off While I play a round of miniature golf (There he go again!) Back on my bullshit Smackin' new jacks in the skull with the back of my pool stick Diagnosed with an overdose of Imodium Made a bomb out of hydrogen sodium, strapped it to the podium I ain't the hottest in the game, I'm the only one Fuck nigga, you can runteldat But tell it fast, 'cause I smell a gas leak in the furnace I'm furnished with the knowledge to beat Copernicus in a tournament Competition, diminsh 'em iLLmont, finish 'em
[Verse 2: Allen Thomas] I'm a mic device domestic abuser With the head like a male Medusa And weight of a Cruiser You niggas is sore losers, true shit I got your girl and I ain't even have to seduce her Or pursue her We lay back on the Payback While your man's hair goes way back Spittin' straight facts With iLLmont up in the tape deck Kid we lace crack In the grip of crushed codeine Got cats loud Cheerin' like my clique's the home team
[Verse 3: KhalilWho] +Look At Me Now+, no Chris Brown Tearin' your shit down That's what you get, clowns Coming with sick nouns And verbs for the herbs Yeah the whole crew is sick, wow We mob on squads, tell them ho niggas "sit down" And on our job, no more calling in sick now Still at the crib but, all up in pics now Online stuntin', got a whole bunch of kicks now With Mishka beanies on, scarf a whole bowl of Trix down, ugh
[Verse 4: EyeBeIllin] I'm turning rappers into ashes Knocking niggas out my ring, you'd think my name was Cassius My devestating grammar has been patiently waiting To demolish these faggot niggas while they still in the making, yeah Payback, my dude since way back Verbally touching souls, I'm making 'em sway back All I do is drop hits, I don't know how to miss It's Eye-Double-L and don't you niggas forget I be illin' on the mic, always killin' some shit, yeah
[Bridge: Danny!] Always killin' some goddamn shit, muthafucka Do you know what...do you know what fuckin' time it is? (about 5:30) Do you know what fuckin' time -- we ain't done! Who the fuck said we was done? Bring the muthafuckin' beat back goddammit! Who made this beat? (I'm pretty sure you did) I did? (yeah) Oh shit! Son it don't stop It don't stop son, yo Who's next on this muthafuckin' beat?
[Verse 5: Olde English] Play at ya man, wastin' with eight lines I could count your verses and maim faces and break spines Besides nigga, I heard it through the grapevine My lines make you wanna retire, pussy the game's mine It's Payback, so make that a message To the faggot-ass proctor who's passin' out all the test-es-es? 'Cause I'm a monster man, the last boss Got a spell to mash your cool kid into awesome sauce
[Verse 6: Nihilus] Word to Manson, you must've gone man Lost nuts, yo you must've tossed your gonads But I came through just to make your soul dance See the whole ass of the ho, it's romance It's Payback minus Mel Gibson Took all the bars, now the sale's missing Shell's hittin' around twelve victims Now they gonna clam up Mouths gettin' jammed shut They no longer have tongues, you little wack fucks
[Verse 7: Plex] I drop bombs on these tracks, cataclysmic Raps with definition when I get scientific I could polarize your photons and fuck up your image Shoot shots with lyrics when I aim from a distance Pow! I'm tighter than a Lifestyle Ready out the womb so who's ready for this life now I eat tracks for dinner, so when I shit I just shit vowels Constant like a consonant, well who's the shit now?
[Verse 8: Felix Von Soco] Better call your preacher 'cause I'm rippin' your whole choir With a calm demeanor but the spittin' is so violent It's Payback, if you dig it then go buy it We the captains of the flight, them niggas is co-pilots In this hip-hop dame and I'm boinkin' her like a thick chick You niggas stay disappointing her with your limp dick I hold it down steady but my mind's well lifted It's that nigga Von Soco, the double-L misfit
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Copy to Clipboard: [Verse 1: Danny!] Smokin' sour diesel with Evel Knievel watchin' "Leave It To Beaver" reruns with twenty-three nuns And fifty priests Sixty feet under sea level She-devils rebel and rabble-rousin' I grab a thousand pounds of sheet metal And manufacture my own guns Makeshift artillery, I'm killin' these niggas Fracture their nose, dun Take Kidz In The Hall, toss 'em down a hallway and I finish 'em off While I play a round of miniature golf (There he go again!) Back on my bullshit Smackin' new jacks in the skull with the back of my pool stick Diagnosed with an overdose of Imodium Made a bomb out of hydrogen sodium, strapped it to the podium I ain't the hottest in the game, I'm the only one Fuck nigga, you can runteldat But tell it fast, 'cause I smell a gas leak in the furnace I'm furnished with the knowledge to beat Copernicus in a tournament Competition, diminsh 'em iLLmont, finish 'em
[Verse 2: Allen Thomas] I'm a mic device domestic abuser With the head like a male Medusa And weight of a Cruiser You niggas is sore losers, true shit I got your girl and I ain't even have to seduce her Or pursue her We lay back on the Payback While your man's hair goes way back Spittin' straight facts With iLLmont up in the tape deck Kid we lace crack In the grip of crushed codeine Got cats loud Cheerin' like my clique's the home team
[Verse 3: KhalilWho] +Look At Me Now+, no Chris Brown Tearin' your shit down That's what you get, clowns Coming with sick nouns And verbs for the herbs Yeah the whole crew is sick, wow We mob on squads, tell them ho niggas "sit down" And on our job, no more calling in sick now Still at the crib but, all up in pics now Online stuntin', got a whole bunch of kicks now With Mishka beanies on, scarf a whole bowl of Trix down, ugh
[Verse 4: EyeBeIllin] I'm turning rappers into ashes Knocking niggas out my ring, you'd think my name was Cassius My devestating grammar has been patiently waiting To demolish these faggot niggas while they still in the making, yeah Payback, my dude since way back Verbally touching souls, I'm making 'em sway back All I do is drop hits, I don't know how to miss It's Eye-Double-L and don't you niggas forget I be illin' on the mic, always killin' some shit, yeah
[Bridge: Danny!] Always killin' some goddamn shit, muthafucka Do you know what...do you know what fuckin' time it is? (about 5:30) Do you know what fuckin' time -- we ain't done! Who the fuck said we was done? Bring the muthafuckin' beat back goddammit! Who made this beat? (I'm pretty sure you did) I did? (yeah) Oh shit! Son it don't stop It don't stop son, yo Who's next on this muthafuckin' beat?
[Verse 5: Olde English] Play at ya man, wastin' with eight lines I could count your verses and maim faces and break spines Besides nigga, I heard it through the grapevine My lines make you wanna retire, pussy the game's mine It's Payback, so make that a message To the faggot-ass proctor who's passin' out all the test-es-es? 'Cause I'm a monster man, the last boss Got a spell to mash your cool kid into awesome sauce
[Verse 6: Nihilus] Word to Manson, you must've gone man Lost nuts, yo you must've tossed your gonads But I came through just to make your soul dance See the whole ass of the ho, it's romance It's Payback minus Mel Gibson Took all the bars, now the sale's missing Shell's hittin' around twelve victims Now they gonna clam up Mouths gettin' jammed shut They no longer have tongues, you little wack fucks
[Verse 7: Plex] I drop bombs on these tracks, cataclysmic Raps with definition when I get scientific I could polarize your photons and fuck up your image Shoot shots with lyrics when I aim from a distance Pow! I'm tighter than a Lifestyle Ready out the womb so who's ready for this life now I eat tracks for dinner, so when I shit I just shit vowels Constant like a consonant, well who's the shit now?
[Verse 8: Felix Von Soco] Better call your preacher 'cause I'm rippin' your whole choir With a calm demeanor but the spittin' is so violent It's Payback, if you dig it then go buy it We the captains of the flight, them niggas is co-pilots In this hip-hop dame and I'm boinkin' her like a thick chick You niggas stay disappointing her with your limp dick I hold it down steady but my mind's well lifted It's that nigga Von Soco, the double-L misfit
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