F5 (Furiously Dangerous) [feat. Slaughterhouse & Claret Jai]

We're so fur-iously dan-ger-ous
Fur-fur-fur-iously dan-ger-ous
Mr
Porter
We're so fur-iously dan-ger-ous
Fur-fur-fur-ously dan-ger-ous
Luda
Listen, death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers, a lot of green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay Packer
I pack the zeros, meanin' mucho dinero
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades
And they all get nicked like Melo
Hello, Luda, tell these other boys double up, 'cause I
Got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every record's jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I shit on rappers, every verse just got the bubble guts
Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my moxie
Animal, watch me, if you think it's tangible, stop me
But then I hit 'em with a flow that they can't even copy
See we don't play, where I'm from it's like fantasy hockey
It's up with a dog, thugs want a war
Bad gene, what you wanna trade slugs with him for?
While you cuffin' 'em all, I'm stuffin' a jaw and leave
It for you to rebound, Kevin Love on the board, dog
You and your skill, first of all, far from our squad
I'll put you on a crash course to the smart car
While I'm speedin', never lyin' on the brake pad of
The car you should only drive on the racetrack
So the line 'bout your cannons and your Maybachs
Are ghost tales of the phantom, face facts
We ruined hip-hop, Slaughterhouse is payback
Get in shape and attack, now you can fade it to black
We're so fur-iously dan-ger-ous
Fur-fur-fur-ously dan-ger-ous
We're so fur-ously dan-ger-ous
Fur-fur-fur-ously dan-ger-ous
I went from eatin' Top Ramen to bein' top rhymer
Check full of commas, no regrets except for the drama
I remember a time where my only perfection was my mama
My mind and my long erection, now it's time, yeah
Bow down and erect to my, ah, mint in my honor
'Cause, bitch, I'm bonker, plural
In the whip with my Ivanka, pompous girl
She on E feelin' on me, singin' on key
While I'm bumpin' We Are the World
Got her sniffin' Britney, no we didn't, did he?
We run this town, no he didn't, did he?
I feel like tipnin' the glass, she take a sip with me
She from the city of Jackson, I call her Mississippi
That was pretty witty
Your man like a Black man tryna get
Reelected, he ain't get it, did he?
Uh, pedal to the floor, just whippin' it through the ghetto
Metal in the door case I gotta throw some lead into you, boy
Referee mind state, I'm settlin' the score
I don't know what y'all hatin' for
Wait, wait, know what?
Matter of fact, I don't know what y'all waitin' for
I ain't finna say nothin', turn the
Bass up more 'til the speakers pop
I get a kick out of that like a sneaker spot
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in
His ears and his tongue in the air goin'...
Just when you think it stopped...
Everything I speak is hot
But don't be mad, at least everything you speak is...
I can't think of nothin' nice to say, you not nice, okay, and...
Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur
My shit fly like I'm launchin' manure
Lord of the underground, god of the sewer
On Hennessy Black, all pon to the jaw
Yeah, I'm off the block
This ain't work, homie, I'm off the clock
I'm a syllable Hannibal, killer with cannibal rhythm
Mechanical mandible to deliver the flammable ammo
Lyrical animal off the top
Rep that West 'til I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 boys, quick Crooked Joe voice
New Ghost, Rolls-Royce pull off the lot
Pop me, the only way you could stop me
I'm top seed, I clock green at mach speed
So watch me if you haven't seen a phenomenon
Who spit fast as Lamborghinis and Ramadan
We're so fur-ously dan-ger-ous
Fur-fur-fur-ously dan-ger-ous
We're so fur-ously dan-ger-ous
Fur-fur-fur-ously dan-ger-ous
I suggest...
You shut it down
Pack your ish...
And turn around
Because tonight...
We run this town
So let your feet...
Sw-swiftly hit the ground
We're too dangerous for the world