you catch the back last from paragraph laugh and its little rapper trash got the powdered bags stashed in the caravan i sneeze on cats like theres dandruff in their fur they leave it up to their manager to do the work might have some punchlines but i don t see the fire in her eye they think life is eddy murphy party all the time so let the vocals at the mind so crystal clear on his mic but crystal meth on his mind record labels got more up their sleeves than just dirty arms it s a disconcerting mob everybody wanna be rappers and talk about themselves like superheroes your group is a crutch and your producer s a weirdo got room to grow where d your career go nowhere cause you sound the same you did years ago king of the underground every song is like album each albums sacred the word play makes sense in ways that can t be explained so just play that funky funky its crunk butter bubble gum sucker mcs get left like the bodies exhibit knows karate plus a shotty and biscuit brass knuckles switch blade swiss army a kitchen a stiletto a screwdriver and some scissors hit the lab all winter new jams and we can battle if you wanna get embarrassed in front of your friends got your chicken head all impressed punch her in the titty down shifting in a benz she come on stage and then i came on stage run trains like you wanna puff a name brand s black like obama gdp is like the dark side of the force on the dark side of the moon spark the dark side of the spoon put it on the far side shoot hand me a tie she keeps passing me by im never getting a job and im never going to die married to the game of quintuplets she doesnt listen to know one doesn t respect nothin young kids be like gdp i relate to you i tell em thats what happens when you pay your dues there s some things that money cant buy and for everything else there s armed robbery and homicide the king is some shit some folks dont even know about but the few who do feel honored just to smoke us out gold label on the house no doubt girls book me in their towns just to put me in their worthless mouths we smoked an l useless useless useless pistol pete slangcorp run for mother fucking cover litterally lit trally litrally aoi