[bad word]  [bad word] nightclub_fight_club

Hook (All): 
I came to drop bombs
like a B-52

JP:
Look, I ain't a dancer, but I pop and lock Smith & Wesson stocks
yes I gots keys like a locksmith
Ridin 93 in a hot wip
Bomb droppin nuclear winter I might freeze up the spot with
Molotov atomic bombs and hollows on Kalashnikovs
I be hearin cop sirens singin erotic songs
thoughts is gone, [bad word] where yo head at?
see me knockin over bakeries like "where the bread at?!"
I came to drop bombs like a B-52 (blaow!)
My lyrics [bad word] sick like my V spit the flu (wow)
niggas askin me "how can I be sick as you?" (how?)
So I axe a [bad word]  put his meat in a stew (ow)
And that's the [bad word] last of it, JP on some NASA [bad word] Out of this world masterin the old school, [bad word]  call me a classicist
turn a gangsta rapper to a pacificst, who be my equal?
Got [bad word] in line like Twilight sequels

KSol:
You can call me Bomberman cuz I be dropping bombs
Dynamites to Molotovs I toss 'em like batons
But if you disrespect, hate or tell me that I'm wrong
you'll be Team Rocket and again your blasting off
I came to drop bombs who you messin with
Bigger bombs than a fat man after mexican
Boy, you gon mess with this? Drop bigger bombs than a zeppelin
We'll be dropping bug bombs if these niggas pestering
I'll be dropping bombs, JP drop the beat
We got mad bombs and they be seeking heat
So no beef with me, and no beef with us
We will make a fuss and some heads will start bust
Bigger bombs than Mogadishu like a lightning bolt from Pichu
leave you dead and gone like the town of Maccu Pichu
B.O.like Outkast too, NCFC who the crew
got bigger bombs than Fidel and the Cubans do

Mike:
I came to drop bombs every line, why you think I'm blowin up?
Took a shot at bein fly, that's why my rank is goin up
Sicker than cough with the rhymes, like gang signs, I'm throwin up
Showin up showy niggas who rock shows where no one showin up
These bars is real retarded dawg, but nah I never slow it up
My cause for superstardom wasn't bought with dollars rollin up
It's thoughts of callin shots because I'm balla and I know enough
And honored cuz I slaughter like an otter, know I'm flow enough
kid with no name, you a blip to the game
Im a clip to the chamber you a flickerin flame
dolphin tripped in the brain, yeah I be flippin insane
I brought such wit to the game, cuz I'm the [bad word] and it's stained [bad word] sit on my [bad word] cuz its hot, steamed chicken soup
Call me a pornographic nightmare, had ya dreams stripped from you
I hate when haters fakin sayin, "We missin' you"
Explodin globally homie, know me as B-52

JP:
I'm so fly that my best swag got carry-on bags
in-flight films, and Nyquil for the jetlag
So get back, cuz apparently I came to drop bombs [bad word] flights