Parental Discretion - Big Punisher F/ Busta Rhymes

[Big Punisher] 
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 fuck 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 it's for the thugs honey! 
[Big Punisher] 
Hey yo my shit's the truth, 150 proof no question 
Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth 
It's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics 
Violence existed before our music was even suggested 
Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights 
That's 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 it's 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 Calico's 
Chorus 2X 
[Big Punisher] 
So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin you 
Liftin you off the ground, look down -- that's 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! 
Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin noise 
No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties 
packin pistols catchin bodies make sure we'll get you 
So they say, I pray there's a better way 
My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don't play 
Chorus 2X 
[Busta Rhymes] 
Word is bond 
One thing about MC's 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 
o'clock 
Past your bedtime 
You get your ass in bed you ain't 'posed to be hearin this shit 
Word up 
Punishment motherfuckers! 
By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah 
Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad niggaz!