Bleach

Bleach - Styles of Beyond/Four Zone

Yo swing the sword for the classic year

Bring the noise with your hands up slash and tear

Who can fathom asthma dash for air

Spittin' on the baby bib in the plastic chair

What's up stupid

(Shoot this)

1-5-1 in the shot glass

(Hot flash)

Bangin' on the drum huh

We cause havoc down in Las Vegas

Paper trails racing Pelican Brief-cases

We outrageous name the streets gave us

Yeah we got fame but now we heat blazers

I let 'em all fly 10 in the clip 1 in the chamber

Thumbs up Another banger

Untuck the flamer dumbf**k

It's like gettin' with a dumptruck

Brains and guts

Maim cut aim duck same stuff

Get you cracked up like coc*ine heat 'em up

OK I'll let a sucka's fly once

Face down found him in his Cap'n Crunch

Uh malpractice - a bang-all jam

I joust rappers and track in the radar scans

Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons

Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon uh

Don't stop the sure-shot the anthem

Blast the gold box cock back the cannon

What's up partna I got ya (what what)

Hope that (spoken gunshots) crack the piñata

Slap box mouth of backwash

Teeth mashed up on the asphalt ya dig

Set the pace like a mustang mashin'

Up the stakes who want to cut the cake

I take cash

Dropped on a blood-stained mattress

Stop you ain't got access watch

I'mma change my asset Ryu and Tak

You little cunts in the game

You can suck my cum

And lay flat on the ground

Don't make 'em peep

If you want the stains out now get the bleach

Guess who's got the rubber gloves and the bleach

Guess who's rockin every club that's me

Get so hot you feel the buzz in the streets

Keeping it knockin' Jay drop that beat

Guess who got the group name on top

S o B got the rap thing locked

Who want what when why and what not

Who got next up Ryu and Tak

Yeah here it comes all you hear is a click

Bloody brains on the sand was like Miracle Whip

While the blood keeps gushin' relish and pink mustard huh

I'mma slam till I tear it to bits

Till the bell for the recess rang

On the defense game

You feeling like P F Changs

Hopscotch on the corpse till I drop the torch

And burn crews for their views that would rock with force

Sayin don't stop the sure-shot the anthem

Blast the gold box cock back the cannon

What's up y'all we don't stall

Come one come all till we drop the ball like

Guess who's got the rubber gloves and the bleach

Guess who's rockin every club that's me

Get so hot you feel the buzz in the streets

Keeping it knockin' Jay drop that beat

Guess who got the group name on top

S o B got the rap thing locked

Who want what when why and what not

Who got next up Ryu and Tak