Ghettosocks - U Ain't This lyrics

One, two, three...fourth letter hyphen, so betty-white - c**aine, I'm already high - propane, flame-broil any mic - no paint, I'm no Pennywise. No clownin' foes go beddy-bye, don't sleep, peep those eyes open wider than Eugene Levy eye-brows raised (I'm pretty nice.) f** that, I'm 1950's polite, minus the sissy rhyming a sixteen. Eddie Haskall flow: smile in your face then bash in your skull. Case and caskett closed. Manson with a dash of Jones. Let's make this shindig jump - I'll bring the Kool-Aid, you bring the cups I gotta roll my sleeves up for this one: twenty-six ton beat, crushin' dimwits under thick drums. Wonder where these kids are from? Blood drips on the map, splatters Halifax, T-Dot, listen. Missioned over to Europe and into the States just to wake these f**s up like a kick in the face. No, it's not like a dip in the lake, Kils' beats swell the MP until it won't fit in the case - wait. Under the shrink-wrap, logos are embedded. You might as well cue the outro with the end credits. Steal my dumb lines? I'll steal your sunshine - forget it. Your career's over like Len's, get it? Staying fuelled off of the booze and poutine, tongue out dunking j**els on the fools like two three, and we're the reason your boo's needin some new jeans when she popped the bubble and truffle-shuffled like Goonies, ooh-wee Me and you don't match dog, so hold that side - you're like a sad gay dude, you ain't got no pride. You're led astray, you ain't got no eyes, your Stevie Wonder hairline gets pushed like that, so pick a number: I could fade you like the barber outlined your features - I'm ill - bless you with the Fresh Kils ceasar and leave ya. Nowadays these skeeze will deceive ya, that's why they get a preview of the penis like a teaser. Ease up - I'm just spitting what I know: cursive conscript while you scribble with the flow. Follow my lead doggy, I can sh**-talk an essay. You can do it the best way or do it the next way. Whatever you choose my set is deadly heavy ready to move, n_gg_z out of the groove - you chevy. I need a medi, medicinal for medication. Made the grade blazed call it ‘higher education' You are now rockin' with the best, ‘who me?' Mune's like a jealous one's envy, Pesci sippin' Nestea. Better rap, rock better beats, yes we take you to a better place - no not Tennessee. Speech is mean, nice when I write dirty on the mic, image stays squeeky-clean. Scene - fin to stay reachin' the kid'll stay recent, dance in your sleep - that'll lead to dreams. Girls you can bet I rock, even when I stop at red lights in a red I-Roc. Sex symbol: ex said I'm not - wack, f** that, cool as a fan yet yes I'm hot. Me and Socks know the lay of the land, only difference I'm unknown at home, more paid in Japan. Tryin'a change that, trade a train-pa** for a Maebach - you ain't this, you ain't hip. Stay back