Brooklyn Zoo (Stripped Version) lyrics

[Intro]
sh*t
Word, I'll bust that n*gga ass right now
Ain't no– none of them n*ggas can't f*ck with me
What? n*gga, you could never f*ck with me, my n*gga
I'll f*ck you up right now, what? What? What?
Bust your motherf*cking ass, boy
I ain't no motherf*cking joke, you know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that n*gga ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty bast*rd, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'll f*ck you up right now
Yeah, what? What? What?
He ain't sayin' nothin', f*ck him

[Verse]
I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out
I drop science like Cosby dropping babies
Enough to make a n*gga go crazy
In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason? I keep planets in orbit
While I be coming with deeper and more sh*t
Enough to make you break and shake your ass
As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes
This style, I'm mastered in
n*ggas catching headaches, what? What? You need aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
f*ck around, get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burning? Well, f*ck it, now you're learning
How I don't even like your motherf*cking profile
Give me my f*cking sh*t, chk-chk, blaow
Last seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, n*ggas be quiet as kept
Now you know nothing
Before you knew a whole f*cking lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
And watched me put your f*cking ass low down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt, I never been tooken out
By a n*gga who couldn't figure
Yo, by a n*gga who couldn't figure
Yo, by a n*gga who couldn't figure
How to pull a f*cking gun trigger, I said "Get the f*ck outta here"
n*gga wanna get too close to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host
Introducing, yo, f*ck that n*gga's name
My hip-hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it pours, 'cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will rizzock the spot
MCs I'll be burning, burning hot
Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
n*gga, get up, act like a pig, try to hog sh*t
So I'll take your ass out quick
The mics, I'm had it, my n*gga, you can suck my di*k
If you wanna step to my motherf*cking rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock
"Who's there?" Another motherf*cking hard rock
Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back (Back)
I rock the microphone, kill the M-I-C
I get happy as I wanna be
[Outro]
n*gga, don't ever f*ck with the Ol' Dirty bast*rd
I'll f*ck a n*gga up any time, any day, any motherf*cking way
Give it to you, n*gga
Take your f*cking ass home where you belong
I'll f*ck around, get physical on your sh*t right motherf*cking now
Know what I'm saying?