Parental Discretion (Explicit)

Parental Discretion - Big Punisher/Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)
Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to  if you live I probably thought you stalked you
Where you walked to at night  caught you then tried to extort you
New york niggaz is trigger happy  got pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin nowhere
There it is  plain and simple like jigga my game is mental
While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author
Compatible with the average new yorker
A fast talker  like tony when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer
Out for the cash and the cho-cha
Smash the coca  bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I roll up  you do what   swallow the stuff
I don't give a f**k anymore  I'm only twenty-four years old
And I've already broken every law
I'm horrorcore  this is for the heads
Runnin up in your crib  knot if you still hot in under the bed
Chorus: busta rhymes
Yo  parental discretion advised  please cover your eyes
Little kids get out of here this shits is homicide
Drugs and money  this ain't no bugs bunny
Little girls too; this ain't for you its for the thugs honey
Hey yo my shits the truth  150 proof no question
Parental discretion advised  keep out the eyes of the youth
Its too explicit  b******t  I challenge the statistics
Violence existed before our music was even suggested
Arrested on sight  its like theres no rights
Thats why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life
I fight the power  spite the power the 90 percent
Keep 10 and feed twin half for personal reasons
The seasons change   things re-arrange  but I stay the same
Play the game  for the wealth  until I've made myself a name
So blame it all on the gangster rapper  thanks to joey crack
For the chance to do it my way like frank sinatra
I ain't a actor so its all facts  strictly raw rap
Totally intended for yours dressed in all black
With the ski mask  or the pantyhose makin cameos
In liquor store cameras with the twin calicos
So forget the boom  one look  you shook you know I'm stickin you
Liftin you off the ground  look down thats where I'm puttin you
Look in my eyes and remember me  how does it feel mentally
Havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see
The recipe is death and I'm the chef  fricaseein your flesh
Be my guest  but I ain't cleanin the mess
Me and ts we testin niggaz faith  just to see they face
Expression when destined to states  that death be in the case
I'm in the state of grace  in the hated race  by the pagan face
Couldn't fight us  made a virus  gave us aids
I paint the wake cause they ain't get me yet  wet me
Or reflect me yet  I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat
I wreck it like when I was just a boy  eatin chips ahoy
Wasnt allowed to raise my voice  now I'm makin noise
No more toys  strictly macs and missiles  shorties with forties
Packin pistols catchin bodies make sure well get you
So they say  I pray theres a better way
My kids don't do as I do  they do as I say  cause daddy don't play
Word is bond
One thing about mcs is that we don't conceal the truth
We present real pictures about the positive and the negative
So don't blame the hip-hop when your seed is learnin the real life from us
Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house
Parents
You don't do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine oclock
Past your bedtime
You get your a** in bed you ain't posed to be hearin this sh*t
Word up
Punishment motherf**kers
By the punisher  and busta rhymes  hah
Terror squad flipmode squad niggaz