text: They call me Lethal Lip, The linguistic
  Full metal jacket of vernacular ballistic
  Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics
  I got hairs on my funk and I didnt flunk diaper rash
  Im hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary
  Malicious with malice and mayhem straight out of a p-funk dictionary
  Give me the mic and watch me slay them
  Those lame illiterate poetic systems
  Pisses me off
  Should be missing me with that shit
  Putting that petty poetry package pathetically in front of me
  I suppress; I arrest the best of MCs regularly
  In the beginning I was doubted
  Slid in and rerouted
  This shit to places yall bitches werent even thinking bout hittin
  Heads splittin, shittin hard on niggas
  With a name like Brat exotic cars and large bank figures
  A high rank nigga
  Top spot taker
  Maker of some hot shit loose
  Makin it hard for all yall bitches to move around like moose
  Bruise whateva touch come through in a clutch
  Bitch beat me never heard of such
  Niggas say Im just too much
  Consistent dollar clocker
  Sipping lemonade and vodka
  Private shopper live and die hip hopper
  With the platinum touch
  Thats what the fuck up
  And I aint tryna lack and slack shit
  Im tryna pack and stack shit
  To continue to make phat shit
  And niggas know..
  The lyrical molestin is takin place
  And when Da Brat is in your area your shit aint safe
  To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin
  Competitions a must everytime I bust
  And niggas know..
  The lyrical molestin is takin place
  And when Da Brat is in your area your shit aint safe
  To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin
  Competitions a must everytime I bust
  Im livin in high times with a lifeline when the sun dont shine often
  Taught that the bare necessity was to never let no nigga see me soften
  Coughin up phlegm in the morning from choking on dank daily
  Beware my attitude shady pay me and serenade this lady
  Reached impossible limits no gimmick lyrics
  Livin trife and lavish Ms. Harris with 25 karats
  To cherish the iced out ouster perpetual roll
  The swish and burn it slow cats me know
  Never fishin for roaches or smokin the hocus pocus
  Once I was the brokest bitch now afford the dopest shit
  The poker Chips get placed on the misses with twisted
  Shoe here
  Chi towns windy city creeper weed keeper
  Redrumming niggas like the shining when the molestation begins
  And niggas know..
  The lyrical molestin is takin place
  And when Da Brat is in your area your shit aint safe
  To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin
  Competitions a must everytime I bust
  And niggas know..
  The lyrical molestin is takin place
  And when Da Brat is in your area your shit aint safe
  To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin
  Competitions a must everytime I bust
  If you consider yourself to be a competitor
  The object of the game is to bury ya
  Get the cheddar the mo the merrier 3-1-2 the area
  Prepare for my brigade to stay paid and obligated
  To knock off niggas in ways you only saw take place in animation
  Your expiration date is past due
  We conjured up this shit to last you till infinity
  Finna be multimillion in a minute
  Only solo ho to do more than your average bitch
  Making niggas sick and having fits watchin me push the Benz six
  Admit it Im da type to get addicted to like China
  Watch you fucking wit pure dough
  Tonights da night we all get high
  Niggas know Brat take without askin
  Leaving everlasting gashes on you bastards
  Lyrical assassin and niggas know
  Therefore this rap rendition introdition of competition
  Made some motherfucker before the first admission
  Gets to a center mountain I sip the spout
  Rhyming ad infinitum
  I pee in the fountain then I claw
  Clutching the cliff cuz Ive got to get higher
  Into the mantic with the mad messiah
  GCs going crazy hacking the channel through all the slack rappers
  I pack I pack a bag I travel
  To the peninsula with the posse I peep over the edge
  Drop a rock over your head as you leaving up the ledge to lead on
  Leaving you mangled, tangled in your mic chord
  Your momma wouldve been better in battle
  Your boasting is bogus; silly posing
  Putting your petty poetry package pathetically in front of me
  I suppress; I arrest the best of MCs regularly