[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
10.10 HLL
"I Think You're on to something Scoob"
I remember days when I use to stay at the days inn
Just Kidding
I'm at the Warsaw Inn shout out to Richie
He's in the Bugatti with two Punjabi's
He knows karate
He taught me, meditation
I need a Vacation
Don't sleep on me I'm Jason
I'm chasing these dreams
I keep the high beams
Cause my Future is bright
Turn on The Lights
I just copped the cement 3's in white
I'm Jack Black, and i snort white
Kung Fu Panda
I remember when I was Poe, like Allen
Edgar, Frankie, f** Rats, no Master Splinter
I keep the Shredder, go ham, Chasing cheddar
The Rap game Tiago Splitter, I split the rello
I grind the nuggets, like Carmello
Im high like Mellow, I bring the Hype
Im on Skype, roll the dice, Yahtzee
Free Mason; Crosby, I'm not a Nazi
I'm the white Bill Cosby, chasing Cash like Johnny
In all black, black shades, Johnny Cage or Nick, St. Nick
Im sick, and I spit like I got Aids, but I don't, I get financial
Your bullsh** is substantial
Can you skip to the next stanza?
b**h i'm Tony Danza
Rest in Peace Tony Williams
My deceased uncle, i will never forget your chuckle
Crack my Knuckles like Sonic, the Hedgehog, hegemony
Shout out to Joseph no Kony, f** Sony
My b**h wears a Halo, Jerod Mayo
Bite the mango, Alpha, Tango, Romero
Athletic Training, stain the gla**
Bong rips for the nightcap
I want caps and stems, f** Math and Chem
I got more gems then Spyro or Ash, Cattch'em
Pa** The Legacy and the ash catcher, like Harrold
I have no Merritt or morals
Coldblooded check my dorsil fin, I'm here to win
Windex and bong rips, clean that sh**, like Manure
I should know, I'm a piece of sh**, she got the manicure for free
Free Guwop, 39 months is Too Much, like a Drake song
Nothing Was The Same, but not much has changed
Except the dime bags, i keep the quarter
Pa** the sage, I'm not a Mage, I am a Sorcer
The torch burns, so does the lighter
HIGHly flammable like the Hindenburg, Heisenburg
I got that Walter White, Rowdy Roddy i don't touch the White
Running down the sidelines, till i slip and slide into the end zone
After this i promise i will not get slept on, ever again
Feather in hat, Heather in hand, whoop a** in a can
Cookin' up beats on fruity loops, Tucan Sam, Uncle Sam
Can kiss my a**, if he thinks i will not distribute
Fine art institue, substitute, the only Teachers i have are Golden
I'm from the Upper Echelon, not a goalie, I do not defend
I only Win, like Ma$e do, I keep the Jackson's, Samuel, Adams, light the L
You don't need hockey sticks to see Hell, after this they goin' feel me like brail
Check the mail, stamp return to sender, Mortal Kombat finish her,fatality, a**ault
Kiss the asphalt, Im like Jason Statham i need a battery, get it Crank?
Now Tell me what you think