[00:00:01] Get U Awn - Chords [00:00:04] Yeah one two [00:00:07] It’s Masta Ace Punchline Chords (yea) [00:00:12] Uhu uhu yeah [00:00:18] Check it [00:00:21] My plan and intention be the man of invention [00:00:24] To spit shit and make ya’ll stand at attention [00:00:26] If I can I’m lynchin’ every cat in the game [00:00:29] Whether he’s lackin’ the fame [00:00:31] Or got a platinum name [00:00:32] See I’m cool like a fridge when I’m under pressure [00:00:34] A lot of rappers on ice but none are fresher [00:00:37] I don’t see why wanna step inside the ring [00:00:39] That’s worse than Eddie Murphy when he try to sing [00:00:42] So you ain’t got no chance in a victory lap [00:00:44] I don’t feel that shit you tryin’ to kick to me cat [00:00:47] So you keep on rappin’ about them furs and minks [00:00:50] I heard your little single every version stinks [00:00:52] The remix the accapella the instrumental [00:00:55] It’s so sad that I’m ‘bout to get sentimental [00:00:58] I’mma shit in your toilette [00:00:59] Leave your ass a floeter [00:01:00] Cause my song still bubble like a glass of soda [00:01:03] We want it’s on shit come on [00:01:06] It’s a sick song [00:01:07] Spit bombs get you awn [00:01:14] We want it’s on shit come on [00:01:16] It’s a sick song [00:01:17] Spit bombs get you awn [00:01:24] I suggest when I’m live on the set don’t test [00:01:27] Y’all cats be careful I’m careless [00:01:29] I show no remorse when I spit on your squad [00:01:32] I’m such a cold ass nigga [00:01:33] That my nipples are hard check it [00:01:35] That spotlight y’all ain’t ‘posed to have it [00:01:38] I grab it and son y’all cats like foster parents [00:01:40] I come through you vacate your own turf [00:01:42] I’m Punchline same guy that rocks with Wordsworth [00:01:45] Give me a slut that f**ks and a new Benz truck [00:01:48] Make it a 4-door I’m tired of being cooped up [00:01:50] My whole crew’s ruff in Timbs and Nike fitted [00:01:53] After this year I’ll retire my mic like the Wizards [00:01:56] Keep your distance come close and you’re a goner [00:01:59] I spit hot shit and turn booths into saunas [00:02:01] I play the corner I’m a young a street performer [00:02:04] I warned ya I smoke weed I’m bi-polar [00:02:06] We want it’s on shit come on [00:02:08] It’s a sick song [00:02:11] Spit bombs get you awn [00:02:17] We want it’s on shit come on [00:02:19] It’s a sick song [00:02:21] Spit bombs get you awn [00:02:28] Dawg I don’t need a crew we can mano-a-mano [00:02:30] Guaranteed I’ll leave you looking [00:02:32] Like Ronald McDonald [00:02:32] And there’s no use in kissing my ass [00:02:35] You couldn’t get a line in my hook [00:02:37] If you was fishing for bass [00:02:38] Mystery man popped up [00:02:40] Split you in half [00:02:40] Taking the whole thing back like history class [00:02:43] True emceeing shit man I’m European [00:02:46] But most people don’t believe I’m a human being [00:02:49] I snack on rappers like they’re apple jacks [00:02:51] Cause everything they know is a Snapple fact [00:02:54] Conveyor belt I do it back to back [00:02:56] Kick em and pass em like a hackysack [00:02:59] Plus my lung size will bring out the midget in you [00:03:01] I smoke bongs the size of a didgeridoo [00:03:04] Passed most you assholes with a single or two [00:03:07] You’re not a rapper just [00:03:08] Because you’re wearing Timberland boots (hell naw) [00:03:10] Like I said shit I bless the cabbage [00:03:12] Til people on the street think I’m Fester Addams [00:03:15] And my face shrivels up like California prunes [00:03:17] Women still faint when I storm the room [00:03:20] It must be the natural charm [00:03:23] I guess my mother had a gene [00:03:24] And just passed it along [00:03:25] So after I’m gone you can drink the pain away [00:03:28] While I drive home thru a tinker tape parade bitch [00:03:31] We want it’s on shit come on [00:03:33] It’s a sick song [00:03:35] Spit bombs get you awn