Bleach (Jimi Remix) - Fort Minor/Styles of Beyond

Yo swing the sword for the classic year

Bring the noise with your hands up slash and tear

Who can fathom asthma dash for air

Spitting on the baby bib in the plastic chair

What's up stupid shoot this 1 5 1

In the shot glass hot flash banging on the drum huh

We cause hav oc down in las vegas

Paper trails racing pelican brief cases

We outrageous name the streets gave us

Yeah we got fame but now we heat blazers

I let 'em all fly ten in the clip one in the chamber

Thumbs up another banger

Untuck the flamer dumbf**k

It's like getting hit with a dump truck brains and guts

Maim cut aim duck same stuff

Get you cracked up like coc*ine heat 'em up

Okay I'll let a Sucka's fly once

Face down found him in his Cap'n Crunch

Uhh malpractice a bang all jam

I joust rappers and track in the radar scans

Flip beats with a crew like fleets and platoons

Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon uhh

Don't stop the sure shot the rooftop anthem

Blast the gold box cock back the cannon

What's up partner I got ya what what

Hope that bah bah crack the piсata

Slapbox mouth of backwash

Teeth mashed up on the asphalt ya dig

Set the pace like a mustang mashing

Up the stakes who wanna cut the cake I take cash

Dropped on a blood stained mattress stop

You ain't got access watch

I'ma change my asset Ryu and Tak

You little cunts in the game you can suck my cum

And lay flat on the ground don't make 'em peep

If you want the stains out now get the bleach

Get the bleach

Guess who got the rubber gloves and the bleach

Guess who rocking every club that's me

Get so hot you feel the buzz in the streets

Keeping it knocking drop drop that beat

Guess who got the group name on top

S o b got the rap game locked

Who want what when why and what not

Who got next up Ryu and Tak

Yeah here it comes all you hear is a click

Bloody brains on the sand was a miracle whip

While the blood keeps gushing relish and pink mustard huh

I'ma slam 'til I tear it to bits

'Til the bell for the recess rang

On the defense game you feeling ill like P F changer

Hopscotch on the corpse 'til I drop the torch

And burn crews for their views that'll rock with force

Saying don't stop the sure shot the rooftop anthem

Blast the gold box cock back the cannon

What's up y'all we don't stall

Come one come all 'til we drop the ball like

Get the bleach

Get get the bleach

Get get the bleach

Get get the bleach

Get get get the bleach

Get get the bleach yeah