No More Mr. Nice Guy
Punks will always scheme to, create a means

to take my kindness, for weakness, cause they don't seem to

respect my generosity, and what it's costin me

is headaches, I don't like fakes, or people bossin me around

You clown, it's time I beat you down

You tried to play me betray me and slay me, and now you'll drown

in the river, I'll give ya, reasons you should shiver

Cause when I get to wreckin and deckin, I won't forgive ya

You had the opportunity, for bein cool with me

You stabbed me in the back you duck, and now you're soon to be

disarmed, embalmed, I'll break off all your arms

and then your legs, you'll beg, I'll crack you like a egg

and spill your yolk, you joke, I'll duff you in the eye

and you'll say, "Why?" And bleeding and pleading, you'll start to cry

and I'll reply with a confident sigh, "There'll be no more Mr. Nice Guy"



No More Mr. Nice Guy

No More Mr. Nice Guy



Yo ?, this is somethin that I wanna tell to you, sell to you

and as I speak you girlies yell to your friends, "Yo it's him!

He's shockin again!" This is the season for breezin with reason

because I'm in, charge of the attack on suckers who just rap on

wack track that lack that snap, while I just mack on

Honies who look good and, they all want the wood in

They push up, to get up close, to serve me puddin

And I just tell em, "Look here, I am not a crook there"

but I like to snatch em all, cause like a hook they're stuck

struck, they tried to press their luck

They wanna tease me and skeeze me and please me, to squeeze the bucks

from my pocket that is bulging, I'm not indulging

in lame games with phony dames, too busy buildin my fortress

Score this, drink while I pour this

I'm livin and givin my rhymes, so I'll ignore this

Garbage you are runnin, I am not the one and

you'll never get to vamp me tramp cause I'll be stunning your mind

I'll sign, my name on your behind and cool you off

like frost, I'm leary of the way you double cross

Get lost, I'll tell you you are fly and say goodbye

And burning and yearing you'll ask my why

And I'll reply with a wink of an eye, "There'll be no more Mr. Nice Guy"



No More Mr. Nice Guy

No More Mr. Nice Guy



Oh sure, you're, running back for me

I'ma great you defeat you and beat you, show you the door

Cause you ain't really welcome, you know you're seldom

thinkin of your fellow man, but you still til them

You wanna be a friend then, you keep pretendin

You're two-faced, so you'll taste, just what I'm sendin

POW, now, you're shaken sayin WOW

You stare, you fear, my wrath is too severe

I never let up so get up I'm fed up, and I don't care

I'll duff you in the eye and you'll say, "Why?"

While you're bleeding and pleading, you'll start to cry

and I'll reply, "Either do or you die,

cause there'll be no more Mr. Nice Guy"



No More Mr. Nice Guy

No More Mr. Nice Guy