2 Hungry Bros - 2 Hungry Bros Outro lyrics

[Intro] Yo, thanks for coming out Get home safe Don't hop the train, they raised the fine To a hundred dollars Peace [Verse 1] Yo, I hooked Bonita Applebum It's a credit to my 5 star tacklebox John Papelbon Strong arm I keep off off On on En garde Look y'all, King Kong's balls King Kong's bronze Unconscious last March, Mardi Gras Much like Wayne and Garth Party on Da da da dum da dum Step in the octagon I'm unflawed I kiss food up to god Love broads with broad badonkadonks Know cats from the Bronx that could block LeBron If not for wrong bonds with blocks they're on Where ish gets sticky like baklava Pugs plug hip hop where pops belong Lads swing lance like Sir Lancelot Cutla**es Whew whew whew Cut cla**es Cuss, stuff caskets Never once clutched Kafka Or the cla**ics Bad Catholics Need more than a abacus To count cribs where there're bare cabinets A famine is amidst average Africans Advantageous to inactive activists My a**ets are a rich ad-lib acumen As you can see a crisp grasp of a**onance I never ask for a** I'm too masculine But chicks fast with a** to give Hillside Ave's crammed with applicants Me and Anakin are quite an*logous We both look good in black and likely to attack where any planet is How could you blame the parents when you the parasites writing narratives? The parody's so apparent it's so embarra**ing When people think that hip hop lives On Hot 9-7 Good heavens I'd rather catch HIV Without Magic Johnson's medicine than listen to that ish Hip hop's bigger like everything is in Texas I rep Jetsons Future rap 2 Hungry Brothers super producer rap Supernat Slash Supercat Slash Who the cat you should catscan Sandman TBC