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Artist: Kid Vishis f/ Royce Da 5'9"
Album:  Timing Is Everything
Song:   Coward
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Kid Vishis]
Awwww shit
Ohh! Ohh!
Kid Vishis
I'm the prince

[Kid Vishis]
Yeah, new niggaz dress like women actin like that's fresh
You young thugs got so much to address
That's a mess, and you gangsta with it?
How you gon' bang with Vishis when you gangstalicious?
You're just a young fella
Don't try to stop the apocalypse with your umbrella
Shock ya shit when I fuck a clip at your ear then ask you "What did the gun tell ya?"
It said, bye
Doctor said I would be stillborn, but I was still born
with little horns, and minions that'll kill for him
About millions in real form
You over-the-hill cause your skills gone, I'm the prince, kneel before him
So don't fuck with that
They say, "Every swing Vishis'll bang and break everything under your bucket hat"
Cause you suck at rap, affirmin the fact, runnin the gunner and clap
The gat'll kick, like a punter but no one will be runnin it back
My mic sounds nice, but why you so mean?
Mind your fuckin business, or take one for the team
I am sick, MC's sleep on me
I am the pitch to your dreams
Sick 'em

[Chorus: Kid Vishis]
He a killer to you
To me? He a muh'fuckin (coward, coward)
Ask him why he ain't collide with Vish, he'll tell you
Cause he a muh'fuckin (coward, coward)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Fresh off the block nigga
Never knew a man until you fucked his ex, then he starts actin like a mark
I show up to his territory, draw an X, mark the spot
Give you a head start then you goin head first off the, dock
My, time is money, I'm never off the, clock I'm, awkward
As a sarcophagus locked in a coffin
I'm opposite of Cyclops with a horn
Armed like Optimus Prime in my supernatural form like, Oculus
Fiends is watchin it, prostitute shares be knockin it
Ridiculous senior citizens in chairs be rockin it
Yeah, but we ain't stoppin it there
You would rather have me shoot at your feet than hop in the square
'Fore you opt to hop in that square
Circle with brothers who box, I can just dare niggaz to stop and just stare
Pop-pop-pop! That's the sound of a clown gettin pounded out of the fuckin Audi
And it comes down to him bein a coward

[Chorus]

[Kid Vishis]
Yeah, any nigga he with, sayin he could beat Vish
+Beavis+, tell them +Buttheads+ I said eat shit
We don't choose to cruise to fool music
I'd say lyrics ain't cool too if I couldn't do it
You ain't the bomb, you ain't no expert
The Tec squirt, and knock you out your Kanye West skirt
You not a G, I don't like aggressive raps
That's because the type of male you are is a fee
Get it? Female, go into detail
Your girl for sale like retail, as I derail
from the fact you weak as hell, I whip beats with sick speech
through speakers, pipsqueak, your lips deep in shit's creek
He don't want a feature, how?
Cause they know them punches come like a bus driver, "You going to jail now!"
He gon' be known for gettin hit and he fell down
Oh well clown, cut up your kidney, cut up
My advice shut the fuck up, pucker up with my gun but your fun's up
Run your funds chump, better be one lumped sum, or you'll get some lumps
Are you not entertained?
I'm the syringe to your jugular vein
Goodbye~!