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~!