Stretch & Bobbito Freestyle (’95) lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Pun]
Skip the talk, pull ya guns out
That's when the b*tch comes out
The dark, from ya heart
I'll slit ya throat and pull ya tongue out
f*ckin with the best, I'll burn ya flesh 'til there's less than teeth
Dump ya bones in Western Beef
Peace, hope ya rest in grief
Left the wreath on ya grave and autographed it
Big Dawg slaughters pastors during mass
I don't support their masters
Meaning God, I'm hittin hard as hell
n*ggas be givin the law an L
When I get finished i'm larger then life but harder to kill
Still I will remain the pain inflicter
Givin ya hell to reign the victor
Comin to get ya, playin the game the same as Hitler
You picked the wrong n*gga to f*ck with
Talkin that tough sh*t
You couldn't have been a bigger faggot if ya sucked di*k
Duck quick and catch a hundred in ya temples
If ya blunted, test the mentals
And be found drowned with just cement shoes
b*tch!

[Verse 2: Big Pun]
Brothers are rappin like Iraqi soldiers
Actin like they crackin boulders
Wouldn't pack a cap gun or attack a blowfish
Always talkin sh*t
Players that rather balk than pitch
And often counterfeit
Kings of New York on Mr. Walken's di*k
You make me sick to my stomach
You don't really want it
Riffin like you sniffin coke to scare me
But you barely blunted
You really done it, now you got me mad
Boricuas be like: "Papi's bad"
Makin fakers khaki when I'm droppin math
Stop the laugh, that sh*t was Buttafuoco
n*ggas run like Pun's the Cuco
You gon' tell your putos how I blew, you puto
You don't ever wanna clash again with Big Dawg
The master and one of the last rappers [?]