Linkin Park: Dolla

YahLike that y'allUh huhLike...thatFort minor, sobYahLike this..listenMike- attention pleaseI only need a secondTo make a mental impression directly on any record soGimme space to move, room to prove i'm stupid with the p's and q'sLadies and gentlemen i'm sendin' you bendin'Pretendin' the pen is a needle i'm injectin' the venomAnd i'll be damned if i let another man get to meI'll bruise you with a shoe to the family jewelryI'm back with fury attack quicklySick with a bic pen all up in your shit manYa never knew the flow was sick as this (bitch listen)And now i'm lettin' you knowGotta grip on these tracksThat you wish you gotGotta clique full of assholes, i kid you notSo when that mixtape's done and that album dropsRyu and tak and me got it loaded and lockedBelieve itRyu- you still breathin'? i'm cockin' and squeezin'( ? ) nope, i don't give a fuck who sees itBroad days sittin' sidewaysStuffed in a small cave for three fuckin' weeks 'til you reek like dog wasteReally, i put a punk in his placeLet's see if he freestyles with a pump in his faceGot somethin' to say? please. better keep it a secretThe streets got hideous ways of handin' him beef bitsSo eat shit, hate it or love itThe underdogs on topGettin' faded tellin' people to suck itBuckin' 'em down for real while you fuckin' aroundI'm stuck in the house for months tryin to sharpen my skillsSo how does it feel?You maynes wanna claim my throneYou got a better chance gettinDanny hayes on the phoneGood luck. i flame suckers 'til they're black and crispySneakin' heat up in the club like a flask of whiskyTak- i'm here to crack the roof inYou got a nice watch, but your raps are uselessYou better cut the crap 'fore i snap some noosesAnd leave you ( ? ) losin' on some afternoon sheee-itI hit the streets with a (cake and batter?) for funJust to spit bleach in his faceIt's lunchtime punk, open the faceHit you with a punchline 'til you choke on your teethCatch me at the show rockin' in that tipsy modeLike angels and demons unlockin' davinci's codeOne drop in the (cannister?) people split the globeBlowin' every planet to shit once i hit the roadYou in the tight bitch, cut you with apathyI'm on the night shift see i hustle like cassidySo kick that shit sound and let the west coast seeOne of the illest mayneRibkat from sob