Yeah im foamin at the mouth
Bout to tip off to south
Hats off and start combing out
Shady corners and bloody stairways
Foreigners and dim doorways
Buried my nuts deep in your mother
So call me a squirrel burying nuts in another
Yard; one without a guard
Just like your moms card you freakin retard
Funkmaster insane ain't got a brain but he dont have to
(agree) with anything
Just take shots about smoking pot
And Putting on 50 pounds of lot
Lil b f** that
Im an exterminator ready to aim my laser at your dick
Yessir so later;
Ready to die but dying to live i ain't roll the die enough times to (flip)
f** the chunk throw a pillow over the tape & make it sound like hes taped ducked
In the trunk its the reign of the funk
Starting at the bottom but how can you start without a spark to get on the top of
Your game; spit much flames as you wanna
Doesn't matter as long as you lost your armor
Just keep fightin through the bright lights in dark nights
Don't ever give up on yourself
Just keep going through war in hell
Youll make it even if you try and fake it
Its better than what these b**hes do half nekkid
Incomplete obsolete raps about the street just stick like concrete
Not gonna test a buddha pest
Can't pa** the best its the ma**ter
Beats my slaves i do the work
Spittin for days im drivin me bezerk
No competition just b**hes
And dealing out stitches. Like harry potter when he caught the snitches
Mouth full of gold but dont spit out
Hes talking too loud to grow old now
f** the prequils nyquils and paper quills
Only (quitter) you hear of is the one in the (misdeamenor)
Judges in the high dark oak sending down sighs and thunder bolts
That shake the pebble enough to float
And a reason why i got this coat and why your rapping like a goat