Menace 2.0 Video (MV)

I am a menace
I keep that rack
No im kidding
But im riding with the semi
Windows tented
Sippin Henny with a bad little bitty wit no Titties
President of the committee
Keep a K that make the klan do the shimmy
Like a kappa feel free to take a chance with this rapper
Big B im super saiyan when Im slappin
But I had the whole world in the palm of my hand when it happen
So y'all better be prepared for the rapture
I was bout to be the king
But you know I fiend for the cream
Me, lil ray, keem, and Kadeem
Dream team
Next in heaven but the nextel failed
I was tryna exhale but I forgot to breathe
When I pour I take heave
When im bored I believe
I can soar and achieve
All and more than I dream
And if I had a hoard I would tell them all aboard
Give each one a sword
And tell them go find Ryheem

I just got so tired of discussin
I pulled the iron out and started bussin
A little codeine and some tussin
Only repercussions are concussions
So I keep the drum on deck like percussion
Blllrum pumpum pum
Bitches go dumb when I hum
Bah humbug for the slums
Got the tree with the liquor nigga
Bay rum
Green like algae pine scum
Nigga im numb
Ha
She make the dick disappear
Do she know magic
Make me feel like what im asking is so drastic
I make her pay up when I feel nasty
I teach these hoes how to lay up
Im phil jackson
I got a passion for the sport
And im all about that action on the court
A vocal curtis Jackson on the forbes
Aint no relaxing im back to back on facts on wax
You bout to relapse
Im bout to bring the trap to you whores
Im back on all fours
Im back on the course
With gas in the Porsche
Threw a bash at the morgue
Smoke hash when im bored
Mow grass in a forest
Threw lashes on horses

I took a little time outta my day to wreck one
Mo gas than Exxon
Roll past ya neck spun
Ill expunge
Any nigga claim he better can battle
Calling me koola but my flame hotter than Barry allen in Stacy Adams
Rearrange ya atoms and cytoplasms
Holding they asses for ransom
Now fathom
How the hell could a nigga so handsome
With major fashion
Come in an spasm with such passion
Well I don't know kus I don't ration with my rappin habits
I couldn't imagine how to handle all this damn madness
40 Miles of running
Sucks for you but lucky me
I guess you should've cut the feet off when you were jackin rabbits
Kus the tortoise and the hare weren't known to fight fair
For the right fare I'd introduce the tortoise to a bear
Now all is even like Steven lebouf was shy
Til him and bumble bee fought a war with Optimus prime

Living in cars
Sleeping in laundry mats
Chanton Jerrard the only one quick enough to holla back
I really wish he would've known that I had no other option
But he still treated me like I was up for adoption
I slept in his crib and ate in his kitchen at odd hours
Just like I was a nigga on a mission
But I was really on the run from life
Reality chasing me with a flaming pitchfork in the still of the night
Girl doin me dirty behind my back
But I was blind to the truth thinking I was still a mack
Plotting on my neck sack or my next load
Never caught
Never goin back to my ex hoe
Ima cock ima dick never cough when im sick
And it dawned on me quick im the spawn of a pit
Im far from a son of a bitch
I was raised good
F*ck what am I saying
Think quick
I was raised hood