Ghettosocks - Rappin' For Fun lyrics

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Ghettosocks - Rappin' For Fun lyrics

[Intro] Chinese Boy: Look, Mister, there's three rules you've gotta follow Billy Peltzer: Yeah, what kind of rules? Chinese Boy: First of all, keep him out of the light. He hates bright light. Especially sunlight. It'll k** him. And keep him away from water - don't get him wet. But the most important rule, the rule you can never forget, no matter how much he cries, no matter how much he begs, never - never - feed him after midnight. You got it? Billy Peltzer: Sure, kid, whatever you say. Hey, listen: thanks "We 'bout to get it started." "Word is bond." "Brought turntables out and hooked mics up, god." "Yeah." "You might be wild, but I'm on the iller tip." "While I lay back and lean on the snare and the kick." "It's about that time." "Most definitely." "A smooth operator operating correctly." "I freak beats, slam it like Iron Sheik." "Nowadays kids don't get beat, they get big treats." [Verse 1] I was known to switch jackets And flip chickens just to switch status Leaving sh** at your chick's address Socks is the baddest Had beef all over the map. Here comes the pun, son - call me McAtlas Peep me with the zoom lens, I'm here to tie up some loose ends While you lose friends like a snake lose skins Play Rocky as your stupid troop grins With a flying squirrel ally-oop to your moose chin, no This ain't a movement, I stays elusive Cruising with a few cliques that speak a few lips fluent Got a tongue like a gat and ain't afraid to use it You talking 'bout "Show and prove that"? Watch me do this Leo and Cancer, you fly as son? I'm Iverson In other words, my free throws are answer Wanna cross-fade? Don't get it backwards like hamster I ran through your camp with the speed of a panther Bottom line, you are not ready yet Not semi-fit I got it locked while you brought medi-kits Plus your broad's been rocking my jock steady, kid Got pa**ed around in my circle like pot etiquette Well, well, why don't you look at this here? Dude shook in his gear, cold crooked with fear You gonna hear a lot of coulda shouldas this year When I pull a heist and bounce like the Sugar Crisp bear, yeah [Hook x2] Too dope Still lapping the sun, still rapping for fun, these actors are done I'd have quit practicing flapping they gums and hear the [Heavy breathing] Sound of me collapsing his lungs [Outro]