Air Strike (Pop Killer)

"If you're an MC and you mention my name in the wrong way

You draw first blood, I'm gonna come at you"

War Lab, call us haters all you want

Fuck it call me a hater, full blown instigator

Leavin niggas on intubators breathin like Darth Vader

I hate people that pack guns but they don't bust 'em

Or bitches that come back to my room but they ain't fuckin

Pistol clutchin, the Dozen, you heard it don't get is misconstrued

Whatever we do'll hit the news once we get the tools

You're an emcee and you mention my name

In the wrong way, and you draw first blood, I'm comin

You pushed D-12 to the side to sign Voltron 5

If Proof was alive he'd be dyin' inside

You ain't no hip-hop messiah, you a bitch, 'cause you dissed Mariah

Shit like that supposed to be private

I'm a fry you on behalf on Mariah and Michael

Put you back on them drugs, make you suicidal

You can't shut the record down, nigga it's vival

When you use the word 'nigga', just remember your idols

I got a question, I'm white, can I join D12?

I'll sell you four million records then I'll tell you go to hell

Leave Swifty in charge, then remove all the stars

And make the group wish Bizarre shot pool in a bar

An assault lawyer stop the beat, suing us all

I really do hope you know who get involved

Cause I'm a fan and I'll get you for a Nick Cannon dissin

And you already know how fuckin sick Canibus is

I hate a bitch-ass nigga just as much as I hate fags

I love goin to war but I hate when they raise the flag

These niggas hittin the streets spittin venom on me

Then start renegin the beef, I hate peace treaties

Forever yo' enemy I increase beef as Amityville's finest

Cause I don't believe in stoppin violence

I'm a tyrant that'll snatch my respect and scram

I use a uzi cause I hate a Tec when it jams

I hate when dudes treat this like life a movie

Usin rap as his excuse to do shit and they only move ki's in the booth

I piss on niggas hands, whoever's grown, patches and tombstones

I hate 'em ass when I break into a home

I'm barefaced, I clap your cat, ramsack it

That's what I'm wearin black and I hate goin out the back

So call me a hater, walkin detonator, I ain't afraid

To stick this blade into your fade in front of spectators

You're an emcee, big small it doesn't matter

No matter how big I get, I just want people to know

You the devil in a red dress on MTV

You sign more black people than a basketball team

What sou trying to say subconsciously? You can't rock the beat like me

Consciously you know I rock you to sleep

Slim Shady you a coward 'cause you scared to rap with me

The only black man you respect is 50

And the greatest of all time was dead right

You dead wrong, you shouldn't have even be on that song

He fell off so hard this faggot broke his accent

I'm flippin through the channels seein Bruno get his ass sniffed

And I'm disgusted man, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Why'd you date Mariah? Mariah's not a fuckin dude

You never even saw her nude and you busted two

Must have been thinkin 'bout your stepdad touchin you

But that ain't nothin new, I asked your ugly crew

They verified it, so bitch quit lyin

I remember the first time we met, I ain't even liked you

Walkin' around my vido set like you was in high school

It must excite you seeing black people being tribal

That's why Dr. Dre signed you

I bet you right now you got a big rotten Rosenberg beside you

Trying to be just like your father, inside you

Your Stan android fanboys need to kill that noise

I know what you thinking... kill that boy

We leavin Elvis funny money makin pelvis shattered

Let's see you square dance now, let's see you hold your bladder

Let's see you fire back Em where's the fire at it?

Suicide hotline time, go dial that

Put on that "8 Mile" hat and write a vile track

Get at some people that can actually diss you back

No more target practice on retarded actors

And pop stars, Marshall you're not hard

Whatever happens to me in this game

I've always got my ear to the street

Rengade Schemenegade, you pink like lemonade

I've been better than you before Genesis was made

You ain't better than Black Thought, you ain't better than Mos Def

You ain't better than Canibus, Professor Griff Hotep

So renegade Schemenegade, you pink like lemonade

I penetrate through Hailey's Comet with metal blades

Yeah! You and I both know why I'm saying this

I hope Whoo Kid get fired for playing this

Get off, Nikolai Volkoff, mazeltov

Ready to show off, fo'-fo'll blow your do' off

Blowin off steam, goin off the beam

Let the 9 sing, bitch this ain't a dream

Bitch I'm the king, color me bad

Skinny jeans, what happened to the sag? You makin me mad

Y'all a bunch of JJ Fags, now who the fuck is bad?

Motherfucker I'm bad!

Call me a hater