yea aiyyo uncle pat turn up the beat just a lil more for me bruh yea this sound like frankenstein s baby yea busta rhymes you know we live and in color shit butter hot but just a little mo gutter smash shit regularly word to my mother show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda hot butter funk make it rain close the shutter violate catch it from one of my bitches boxcutter ahh articulate feels so great that i can bless my niggas with shit they appreciate no jive y all niggas can take a nosedive shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five unghhh fuck it it is a must we hold grands get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold foul shit way out of order fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water disorderly conduct will erupt when the live shit come on niggas do what they wanna aight bitches now show yo asses the shit we droppin be sure to get y all movin we keep it poppin feel how gangsta the loop is and it ain t no stoppin the way that we gon do this now what you want me to say say you ain t fuckin with me ahhhhhhh huh you see i got so much new hot shit stored got you givin me an award floored a couple on the come up stretched a few put em flat on they back and laid em stiffer than a board the way i make my niggas applaud my price tag just to show up the shit might be somethin you can t afford make you say the lord is my shepherd how we astonish move forward on novice niggas like cedric ceballos with a hot song now niggas know we rock on cock strong all y all niggas is straight popcorn ahh talk the trash comin forth get past lie duke pass shorty with the big horse ass now ain t no stoppin how we comin full blast mix the fire with gas that s how we put it on smash no lie never deny so hot we cook the shit well done just like a deep fish fry unnnghh snap crackle and pop what we drop and how we keep shit comin how we maneuver so fly so high is where we gon take it controllin the land controllin the sea now we control the whole sky perhaps make niggas collapse make bitches shake they shit to the floor and feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap make you crash all in your whip when you drive i hope your seatbelt s strapped aight niggas now throw yo hands up  yeah this sound like the music to frankenberry or some shit the fuckin groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin 