pussy rap dental damn beaver trap the thrill is gone im here to bring the fever back to the streets pumping out the big whips torpedo rhymes strong enough to sink ships two tone grip brother mouzone shit better move on bitch or else it s on trick i m en fuego i ain t even in my zone yet i spit the shit to make your motherfuckin dome sweat queens bred no packer but a cheesehead fat ass fucking pussy until shes dead suede foot looking like an indian cuisine straight from the caribbean long jackets made from an amphibian bag of money split with my committee and break it down vision on the dollars dip in the impalas chilling with my scholars get it i am not illiterate not not not even a little bit straight up i make the music just for you nothing nothing like an idiot call me john bon journo hopping out the volvo ratchet on the leg dipping from the po po since a youth i ve been labeled as a loco i sell it but i never laced the nasal with the coco urban hippie muffle with the green thumbs seven grams a purple to my neck ll leave my feet numb scoop a bitch portuguese sweet buns serve a dick like an elephant that s three tons her pussy whistle like my father out the window remind us that it s dinner time im lighting up the indo and when i go inside i think i might just play nintendo call a shortie from the heights have her play with my colembo uh just let me catch my little breath an shit you wont accept a kid cause your destiny is for deficit me you see i spit like epileptic shit that s two options it s either you fear me or you respect the kid  mind like watson fluent in the nuance van damme bronson alligator shoe on spin kick to the dick i m eating dim sum right up in the tea room you don t want to rerun moon struck splatter your platoon up hard times drugs out the balloon beauty like a butterfly flying out cocoon urban love and central village right by the lagoon uh thats my grandfather add a little cream of tartar make the grams harder now your shortie hold me tighter than the dance partner pull the viper out my pants on her honey hit the tune ill let it dance on her like a gypsy hookers in poughkeepsie 7 homies with me everybody s smoking fifties 990 add 2 thats my shoes reflect light like sun shining at high noon 