Artist: Ludacris
Album:  Ludaversal
Song:   Beast Mode
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Ludacris]
Uh, mic check 1-2
Go get 'em
Listen close nigga
Yeah, uh

If rappers want it, they can get it
Flow tighter than fo' FAT bitches sittin in a Civic (hah)
My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit
Eatin MC's for breakfast, bitch
Since I was born to touch the mic the first time has been a problem
Your life was a mistake, your pops should've wore a condom
You niggaz think you hard, I think you better come harder (come hard)
I leave rappers confused like will.i.am barber (what the fuck?)
Ahh! Fuckin with Luda's not a great look
A verse'll make your fans unfriend you on Facebook (get outta here)
Click! My styles are goin into labor
So if stars want a war I'm they daddy like Darth Vader
And since I'm always high it's kinda hard to overlook me
For over a hundred stacks it's kinda hard to overbook me (ching)
And a whole 'nother house for my cars is on my checklist
Cause to fit 'em in one garage is like a nigga playin Tetris
But they say patience is a virtue
Cause I got your bitch stayin out WAY past her curfew (come home!)
Guess I was a thief that got away with these words
Slangin chickens out my whip like I been playin Angry Birds
In a black Rolls Royce, Dark Knight like Batman
Everywhere you turn the Ghost follows like Pac-Man
Hah, and I sleep with the John Dillinger
And always keep an eye half-open like Forest Whitaker
No! You boys ain't ready for combat
Be more worried if I renew my Def Jam contract (sign right here)
What path is he on? Opponents, I laugh and be gone
They handin in the towels like they work at Bed, Bath & Beyond (come on man!)
Hah! But in the midst of all the melee
Y'all niggaz just bitches with dicks like Sheneneh (oh my goodness)
Your rap styles are phony, your lines are just dead
And I be on them lines like a nigga just pled
Guess I'm tryin to say I'm advanced, you intermediate
You wouldn't know the real me if your bitch Wikipedia'd it
Just know that I never tried to be hard
Probably cause Mr. Glock-40's my security guard (blaow!)
You'll get chopped like judo
Gangs in my hood make you reverse and change your color like the block's playin Uno (Uno!)
And yes, some of my friends is still sellin them drugs
But I just say they +Weight Watchers+ like Jennifer Hud'
They show me love, that's why I'll always stay reppin until the death of me
Rappers talk shit but ain't nobody ever stepped to me (nah)
I hereby command all my fans to inject
and overdose on Red Bull in yo' veins if you ever slept on me (WAKE UP!)
Yeah, my mind is sharper than a guillotine
or the knives extended from the knuckles of Wolverine
Not a X-Man, but man I got that X
I'm on my hardest, switch labels, but I still get a check!
The more albums they sell, the more we all win
And I can be seen in +30 Rocks+ like Alec Baldwin
Or watchin CBS in a Cadillac DTS
I plan to reach the world, man yo' plan is MetroPCS (can you hear me now?)
I changed my music up cause I was gettin bored
You may not like the way I shoot but my points go on the board (he scores!)
My name's still engrained and these books will be the outcome
And this one verse is harder than a lot of niggaz' albums

Peace, fuck out of here
Rewind that shit, haha, Luda!
Ain't shit changed