The Ripper Strikes Back Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Ll Cool J

We just gon have some fun with hip hop 

A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya seats 

Oh yeah this is the total banger too 

Word up, total banger baby 

Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember 

By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts 

In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered 

Duck taped your little bitch ass for frontin 

You four level crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin 

Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous overnight 

Famous for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite 

You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep 

The overlord of rap will never meet defeat 

Pain and agony, I don't touch them zones 

Fucking everlasting lyrical methods is my throne 

Blast ya fifty pound ass and make you float 

You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book, nigga 

Held down my crown for a decade and a half 

Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath 

Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm rich 

Cause I learned, to seperated the money from the bitch 

Don't hate me cause I'm paid, hate me because 

I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus legendary 

Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse Jackson 

For some Affirmative Action 

Chorus: repeat 4X 

Can-I-Bus ! Yes you can! 

Don't ever open your mouth and mention my seeds 

Talk about my book you bought to read 

You know you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that 

Mad rapper, but now you turned mad actor 

Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a mobster 

Run around town with the Bob Marley imposters 

Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin this 

Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist 

I'm goin underground and blowin your rep down 

Next time, save that shit for the Lyricist's Lounge 

Or a House Party, where you can battle some clown 

On top of all that, I'll beat your homeless ass down 

Heard that convicted rapist on the record too 

Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue 

Tell me bout the things ear biter taught you 

How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's butta boo) 

You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's golden 

Steady rollin in a world that I'm controllin 

Vanguard awards are for Kings who get OFF! 

Climbed platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord 

Talkin bout my first and second and third born 

Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off 

From the riches of my empire, I'm like a pimp 

Who thought he had a bitch to retire but found a new Canipus to hire 

You're hardcore, in a sense like Heather Hunter 

But definitely not with the lyrics that drop thunder 

Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust 

Nigga in Todd we trust 

Chorus 

Now break it down for me ! 

See I, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, M,C's 

in hip-hop, word up, no bullshit 

Oh I ain't done yet 

You soft as a newborn baby takin a nap 

Make my dick hard with that bitch ass track 

Where you at? Smokin in some one room flat 

Suckin on Clef's dick hopin to come back 

Never that, nigga my styles is unlimited 

Yours is prohibited, of course that's contributed 

To not knowin ya limits and who you need to test 

When you step into the house of the Lord and get blessed 

Get on your knees, bow down to my degrees 

Young slacker, save that demo for Jack the Rapper 

You gargoyle, slash olive oil, pussycat 

I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to boil 

I'ma tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles 

Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle 

You call em lyrics, nigga you need to stop 

You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop 

I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it 

No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet 

Call the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic 

His rhymes ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic 

Career be over next year, yeah I said it 

Look over your shoulder nigga, where you headed 

MUTHAFUCKA, where's a rhyme when you need it? 

First rule of lyrical war, never repeat it 

You said that same bullshit at House of Blues 

Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong fuse 

Tattoo?, yeah nigga I'm goin at you 

Stop basin', and you can be a role model too 

Diss my moms, who's the real Rap Don ? 

Who ruled for fifteen years and drops bombs ? 

Who's copped solid gold Grammy's that say Todd 

while you dropped verses at niggas' proms 

Faggot, you better battle number two 

Cause number one, got his title locked down son 

The King of all rappers that ever graced the stage 

or the mic, best that ever did it I'm wicked 

Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid 

And drown shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it 

Chest busts open, heart bursts and smokin 

YOU SEE THAT NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin) 

Maneuver manipulate brainwaves transform 

your thought process, when my pen gets corressed 

Warning, all MC's better retreat 

Look at corny-buster, he can't walk down his own street 

Better run and get the Fugees 

Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's 

Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol slash icon 

And tell Wyclef, don't even turn his fuckin mic on 

Soulja nigga, thought I told ya nigga 

Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga (one more time son) 

Soulja nigga, thought I told ya nigga 

Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga 

Chorus 

" Now wait for the studio audience to applaud, faggot, hahahah "