Artist：xzibit
Songs Title：spitshine
I'ma clean this whole sh*t out like colonics
With words put together better than Sony Electronics
King of the jungle humbly stay honest
Eat with the lions swim with piranhas
Gasoline the seem strike the match
Inferno I'm too thorough ni**a so stand back
I spit shine get mine and rip rhymes
And make my career take an incline
I'm strict with knives straight with razors
Good with grenades and great with gauges
Been around the world in a million stages
Watch n***as b**ch up and go through changes
I had guns before thugs was in fashion
I mashed out before n***as knew mashin
I knew terror before the plane started crashin
I got punch lines and n***as ain't laughin
I'm gon be here after the smoke die down
Insomnia style I won't lie down
Fight the good fight don't need no help
Keep your hands up defend yo self
Move like I move and live life long
Can't move up if ya heart not strong
Get'cha own sh*t cuz this s**ts mine
Every time I spit I shine
Cocksucka I preach what I practise back sh*t up
Wrap this rap sh*t up still actin up
Get found in a trunk of an Acura
Y'all suck like jail and Dracula
X turn up the heat increase the hatred
Straight stone faced don't f**k wit gay sh*t
So I guess that means I can't f**k wit you now
Two down let off vacate to new town
It feel like Bishop and Juice now
Got a flame thrower that'll burn big holes through your goose down
Rough sound same strong background
Been on black the big boys layin chips down
My whole train of thought is
To bully any mothaf**kea wit problems and not get caught
I was blessed with life but I curse ta death
I'ma spit ta my very last breath - F**k y'all
Let me give this a three second look I hit a million dollar target
You ain't came up yet well ni**a let me show ya
Come across d**e like planes and boats
Like balloons filled with coke down a Mexican's throat
You ever seen a man get smoked they sh*t on they self
Their body shake for a second then it gets dissected
For evidence of the weapon and the people involved
Let one ni**a talk everybody gettin caught fa sho'
I say that to say this （what）
If you can't handle the time then ride the b**ch
Might as well touch ya tail and jump the fence
Castrate ya self expose the b**ch
X go head up but f**k never ran from it
I got a gauge with buck shot that you can't stomach
You ain't a killa you a album filla
You ain't a soldier you a rap promoter game over
