Kool G Rap & DJ Polo Nuff Said Lyrics

[Kool G. Rap]
Here's the m_________in magnificent
I'll even bag innocent m_________ers
See suckers like there was ten I sent
So if you come in my way - great, I pull out the trey - eight
Kool G. Rap's your fate, and not your playmate
So all you n____z on the floor, b____in that s___ is dead
Tell it to the m_________in mortician
So get ready to let the led out, I'm knockin n____z dead out
and blowin the back of your f___in head out
Cookin n____z better than mama's dinner
So let the drama enter, I'm sendin n____z to the trauma center
Because I'm rollin with force, tearin n____z out the frame
like they was pictures of a b____ that I divorced
Boss, so come on n____, get wild and loose
I whoop your m_________in a__ and get arrested for child abuse
Even your b____ can get it n____
I shove the barrel of a nine up her behind
and pull the f___in trigger
Goin Psycho like Norman Bates, G. you better sedate
Because lately n____z ain't able to take me
It ain't a man in the land that can stand G. Rap
Save that candy-rap, s___ for the handicapped
n____z'll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates
f___in with me, y'alld rather f___ with the AIDS virus
Cause I set em up wet em up like sprinkles
And put n____z to sleep longer than Rip Van Winkle
The quicker the s___, the quicker the hit, I'm peakin a fit
Leavin n____z sicker than Liberace's d___
Good luck, another hood bucked
I kick you so far up your a__ I get my m_________in foot stuck
See I manage to give n____z more than a bandage
Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't cover the m_________in damage
Cause I'm bold and bigger, puttin manholes in n____z
and holdin triggers up, to them golddiggers
So if you all over my d___ just like a rubber
My rap is so fat, I make ? and ? ? blubber
You better duck, I'm like a volcano when I erupt
you b____-a__ rappers'll get f___ed
And you'll be one hoe, like Marilyn Monroe
left on death row, because I let the gun go
bang blow your m_________in brains out
But you need more than detergent to get that m_________in stain out
Cause I serve more crabs than Red Lobster's
When I pop shots, I leave lotsa dead mobsters
Put down the microphone whether unknown or famous
You're out of luck and I don't give a f___ what your name is
Boy you better split, cause I'ma house s___
My d___'ll be rich if you n____z
wants to put your money where your mouth is
Gassed up a__ n____, come set it
Cause when I pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded
Now you could be a gold or a platinum artist
But deep down, you f___in silly clowns know who's the hardest
n____z I watered down with the quarter pound
cause my slaughter sound can be caught around
and found the slaughter town
For the clowns got eighty rounds worth of ammo
Play it again Sam, put on my jams, f___ a piano
I'm leavin lame n____z brain dead
Aww f___ it, nuff said