Bleach

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, dumbfuck

It's like gettin' with a dumptruck

Brains and guts

Maim, cut, aim, duck, same, stuff

Get you cracked up like cocaine, 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 crack the pińata

Slap, box, mouth of backwash

Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig?

Set the pace like a mustang, mashin'

Up the stakes, who wanna 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. (Styles of Beyond) 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. (Styles of Beyond) got the rap thing locked

Who want what, when, why, and what not

Who got next up, Ryu and Tak