Armed To The Tee

[Verse 1: Alex Jones]
I dress fresh to death with the Kathmandu and I got your bitch screamin like fat man [?]
Servin lines up and down like a [?]
Lleyton Hewitt in this rap shit, my backhand's huge
Name a time and place, you get your head smacked
The Jacks will find ya face disfigured with ya neck snapped
All I see is fakes tryna wreck rap, dumb it down and even Brian Lake couldn't defend that
Yeah you alright but you bore me, you're corny
I got me interest, I'm somethin like Westpac
I'm on a rise like a jetpack, flyby get that, I'm blowin up like a meth lab
I'm a lion you a little man, the mini middle man, makin my money measured up in milligrams
Beat killer, I'm an open hitman, token six grams leanin like broken kicks [?]

[Hook: Alex Jones & Karmaz]
Here we come through
It's Flea and Karma bringin the drama
Microphone check, one, two
Understand you can't compete with a master
X2

[Verse 2: Karmaz]
Angry that my stomach is bloating so I act and I don't think
This pill here is stronger than most things
Was meant to have half but I swallowed the whole thing
And mixed it with acid and a couple of bottles of codeine
Or token on a nice pipe and blowin a smoke ring
He's so hot he's smoking, rockin back and forth like he's stuck on a rope swing
Sayin I'm sane would just not be true
I gotta lot to do but don't know what to do
I'm still lookin for my mind cause I've lost it too
I need a doctor soon but you probably knew from the convulsions true
It's been an [?] off the prostitutes
So fried and high I'm rockin the right socks and odd shoes
I'm endin ya life with this pen as a slice like the edge of a knife across ya neck till you die

[Hook]