[Verse 1: Scoob]
Scoob's cypher stopped the street, discreet, cheap disciples
So please pick a title; My flows insane, they maestro
Walking on a tightrope, I hope I don't go psycho
Pick up the f**ing Pyckle
I meant the f**ing pickle
Pick up the f**ing tickle till ya brains show up missing
p**y wet & dripping
Ali flow, f**-a-Liston
I'm not dissing Liston, I just picked a pot to piss in
My flow is not gon change until the weather brings us rain
But on another note, I wrote this sh** simple & plain
Rage Against Machine, I am not one to be tamed
We are not one of the same
No I can't give you some change
But if you change your attitude, you dudes may not die in vein
But that statement is not promised
Crop-dusting the bills, this is a broken farmer
Stop, drop and roll, or else you'll f**ing harm her
Ex con, son, my name is Jon Connor
It is my f**ing honor to announce the beginning of Scoob Tha Dude's f**ing promise
And I promise-
To be the best of the best with all these f**ing ballers
And I don't like my lyrical content, i'm just being honest
Chose the children that were ignored while they living
Giving them hope for the slope, hopefully they go & miss it
I just pray they witness-
My f**ing baby pictures
Please read the f**ing note, ho, shut up and listen
And I peel out in the middle of getting a real scowl
That's real foul
Pulling up the pull up, all of a sudden i'm real now
With a heel down, that's real sh**
Skateboard, I kick-flip with a stick-shift
Rum, i'm about to pa** this sh**
I'm finished!
[Verse 2: Rum]
Amazing sh**
Wild f**ing animal, no taming it
These n***as soft as baby sh**
I'm chef'n, you should savor it
No, I can't deny the p**y, flavor is my favorite
Know people on some gangsta sh**
Sneeze all on ya handkerchief
Uh, he-he
Excuse me
I done took enough shots to f**ing film a movie
Crumbs all in my mustache from rolling all these doobies
Guns blast, run fast, run laps up in that coochie
Hey, how are we doing?
The game's down, I'll carry it like a burden
So judge me all you want, don't give a f** about your verdict
It's yours against mine, don't give a f** what your word is
Cause i'm here to cut the gra**, lower the blades up on these serpents
And you cannot debate that there is hate still in the room
Annihilate the fake
We are apes k**ing baboons
I give these ho's faith even though father us coming home soon
I should probably go change my clothes, I been blazing it up since noon
I'm just a mixed n***a filled with mixed emotions
That itty bitty city by the prison so ferocious
I think i'm about to spazz out, let me double up this dosage
Of potent, roll it, smoke it, load it
Peep deep into my eyes, you'll see medallions
We're evil type medieval people, gallop up on stallions
Behead a hater and stab is jealous brother in the belly with-
The blade of justice, f** it
Leave him in the gutter they found me in
If it's money there then count me in
He-he, if it's money there then count me in
A simple lyrical exercise just to test ya mind
I'll score ya like i'm Jordan
And that is just a warning
Uuggghhh