White Tyson lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I am back with a vengeance
I'm a cowboy that hangs with the Indians
Yeah I'm dancing with wolves
But I ain't hiding nothing, I don't wear sheeps clothes
Look into my mind it's a freak show
If you don't like what I do you can deep-throat
All eight inches
f*ck you, f*ck hate and f*ck fake friendships
Yeah
I am violent frequent
One thing I'll never get is the silent treatment
Work everyday, that's my f*cking secret
I'm the underground king so I'm not beneath it
All you f*ckboys that sh*t-talk
Punch a hole through your face like it's gyprock
Take a hit b*tch, dip. You could kick rocks
I'm dope like a brick rock of yay' in a Ziploc
I'm a Wu-tang Clan freak
Plus I'm colorful like Toucan Sam's beak
300 pound gorilla that snorts cocaine
Put a lighter to my mouth, spit propane
Everyday I'm losing hair, I need Rogaine
Before I get my teeth fixed, probably get a gold chain
Flow so cold man
I am here forever, I'm classic like John Coltrane
[Hook]
Yeah
Put your cash away
Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face
Knock him out cold to a basket case
I am young Mike Tyson, I'm Cassius Clay

Yeah
One of the greatest of all time
I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime
Half these cats that are big now, they can't rhyme
So I'll keep fighting 'till the bell, reading champs minds

[Verse 2]
You will find no resemblance
Tats on my face wearing Pendleton
(Baxwar)
Got a skull that's an emblem
Stylin', the look in my eyes got them trembling
MCs sitting on the rafts, bunch of simpletons
Smash like I'm serving on a brass out in Wimbledon
Get stomped while a crowd starts assembling
I'm wearing Red Wing boots, never Timberland's
Still, that'll leave such a mess
Like my life last year, now it's the f*cking best
Please, don't put me to the f*cking test
Slice your heart while it's beating right from out your chest
Yeah
I'm on a rise like I'm stepping on an elevator
Writing songs for the kids, you can tell they're faded
A lot of dudes get old, fat and hella jaded
But I'm a bionic man, brain's accelerated
[Hook]
Yeah
Put your cash away
Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face
Knock him out cold to a basket case
I am young Mike Tyson, I'm Cassius Clay

Yeah
One of the greatest of all time
I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime
Half these cats that are big now, they can't rhyme
So I'll just fight 'till the bell, reading champs minds

[Verse 3]
No choice but to get productive
If I don't create I get self destructive
Slap a rapper like a puck
That's Canucks, no f*ck stick
Don't criticize if it's not constructive
Not the one to f*ck with
Say another one, you should try your luck with
When it comes to killing sh*t I am bursting out the seams
All these other rappers really all as thirsty as it seems?
I am hungry, please believe there's a difference
Not acting like a bunch of crack fiends on a mission
Madchild, I am mean, I am vicious
I'm so clean that I glisten
Yeah
So all these rappers better get a grip
I've give the people what they want to hear instead of sh*t
I leave scars, start cracking like a leather whip
I got bars, start snapping when I let 'em rip
[Hook]
Yo
Put your cash away
Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face
Knock him out cold to a basket case
I am young Mike Tyson, I'm Cassius Clay

Yeah
One of the greatest of all time
I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime
Half these cats that are big now, they can't rhyme
So I'll just fight 'till the bell, reading champs minds

(That's whats up.)