* Fuck alarm clocks, battle me you'll start wakin up  I slice you with your rhyme book and write verses on your paper cuts  With alcohol pads, excuses you'll be makin up  Sound dumb like Outkast breakin up  Last time you shot somebody, you had a camera  I'm C - Rayz author of stamina    Loungin on the walls you'll end up like Humpty Dumpty  With your shell cracked, scrambled, in search of something  I'm a narcisist, I bomb quick, your full of shit like sausages, pardon this  I alone turn crews into the Partridge kids  I love games I play you like bragin right cartridges    Y'all against me is dragons versus ostriches  Totally proposturous, like abortions, i kill stupid kids before they act up  Make a new suit flip call it a black tux  You cracked up like baseheads in a space ship  Playin ??? in the matrix, the only thing i lose is my patience  I smack the shit out you tissue heads  ????? ????? ??????  Hip Hop Don deep into stocks and bonds  I'll take a shit in your house, and blame it on your moms  Survivin the game when i get money im buyin a chain  Drivin a Range and my flame will expire your fame  I'm comin through loaded one, buckin two   I'm C-Rayz Walz son who da fuck are you?    Chorus: (X2)  Ayo yo yo im truckin through with my ruckus crew, your luck is through  Yo im C-Rayz Walz WhoDaFuckAreYou?  I'm comin through fifth knuckle bruise brick fist snuffin you  Yo im C-Rayz Walz WhoDaFuckAreYou?      Who da fuck is you (x5)  C-Rayz Walz plain Pat      Some people must get jacked  My repatoire from back smackin cats wit gats on impact  Just like that we festered like bubble in cuts  Doublin up now funny cats get fucked up for mumblin stuff  The nearest truck rolled up im just playin wit this  Every line explosive my pen broken up but  Still smokin strokin thrust, fuck closin shows   My ?? flows is hot, let me open up    Like Arabian referees who yell sesame plus  I'll spread through the industry with leprosy cuts  Effectivley strut, put a hole in one the second we putt  You so pussy you come from a rib you son of a gut    Lining ass rappers up, I'm the lightning struck  Blazin like we lightin a Dutch Masters up  At the Mason-Dixon line twistin lime in a cup  Get your mind fucked up while your nine in the truck  Even my producer know math with his caucasion ass so  Just because you say please doesn't mean i won't blast stupid    You gotta show and prove it, brothas live and die for this music  Dont do it for amusement  Ghetto hi-top blaze you for your hydrox  Put glocks on my Irish clock and watch my eyes pop  Chicken head, i dead your livestock  Do a song with Charles Dutton to see how i rock    Chorus