[Intro: High pitched]
Yeah, yeah
I like food, I like taking walks
To uh, no destination. f** a destination
[Normal]
I'm that little motherf**er that always be spitting
If you think my style's bitten
Then, you got to be kidding
You really gotta use a mitten
Cos the flows hot
And I'm taking all your money
As soon as my f**ing soul drops
[High Pitched]
Word, I see more trash than the curb
And I wish that I could see more numbers
Instead, of words
Stacking that guaopale
Looking out, what I'ma say
Cos you know I stay on these breaks
Like a holiday
I'm in late, but out early
I'm a busy bee
Trying to get the birdy
And get it to talk dirty
On blast on that p**n site
Riches in my foresight
f** a good girl
I'm trying to see what a who*e like
[Normal]
Yeah, This is that Zoo sh** at it's finest
I'll never die cos I'm timeless
But, y'all will cos you're rhymeless
There's no way to define this
So just sit there in your silence
[High Pitched]
Yeah, The mic is our backbone
So I'm leaving y'all spineless
Snatching mics like, why be
Zoo the highty mighty
Pulling on your whitey tighties
See the beats a different variety
Ain't nobody f**ing eyes me
Looking as far as I can see
Next to your girl, or on the stage
Is where I'ma be
Probably, ought a be
Using my words as commodities
If your actions ain't sparking me
f** what you got to offer me
[Normal]
As Simple as that
Cos I'm a simple a** cat
Got a knack for looking back
Just trying to write these tracks
[High Pitched]
I donate computer cla** money
To charismatic strippers
When they call me a bad tipper
They get slapped like stickers
Blame it on the liquor
I started sipping it quicker
I barfed all my vitamins
And now I'm getting sicker
Rest in peace to my liver
Sending mixed signals and shivers
And you know I keep it flowing like diarrhea in rivers
Yeah, prostitutes, them goddamn prostitutes
[Outro: High Pitched]
Now go outside and play with some balls, or some little kids, or whatever
This has been the HideandSeekZoo, and I'm out
Yeah, uh, an*l