[Pudgee]
I'm "Out For Justice" like Steven Seagal, so y'all bust this
You know I come with a swing I swing it smooth with roughness
Me and the Rascals, yeah that's the right hand to me
Like Archie Bunker we keep it "All in the Family"
You George Michael, a monkey's on your back
So relax, I got wild stacks of raps you can't match
Bigger and badder don't matter you can't get with
The Kid like Billy who's nastier than Caligula
So say hey HEY I come around quick
And got everything covered like a condom on a dick
I slow it down a bit, but I get real still
To the point and very short like I'm Bushwick Bill
To you and sooner or later I say real soon
Bang zoom, like "Honeymooners" right a mental to the moon
So don't hand me that mammy about a Grammy
Youse a cracker like a cinnamon graham, clap your hands
[Pudgee]
I'm not a fan of soap operas but I'll be your "Guiding Light"
Not a country singer but I +Yoakam+ like +Dwight+
From the streets y'all makin I think you should be takin notes
For the simple fact you're "Out of Touch" like Hall & Oates
Many places I've been many things I did
From "The Jeffersons" to "227" along with Marla Gibbs
Now I'm in the game yes the fame I had to have it
To make musical magic for all of the demographics
Take your pick I make these for those who cannot stand me
Lyrically I'm burnin kids like the swiss nanny
If beef is what you're lookin for then say so
You better bring more n***as than Hammer does to a stage show
Approach me in public and you're as good as dead
And if I let you survive, you're wearin wooden legs
No shame in the game, I'm the kid and like Evelyn Champagne
Damn, clap your hands
[Pudgee]
You're gettin two choices life or d**h which one do you choose
Move your pelvis like Elvis, "Blue Suede Shoes"
Or be a part of the lives I've rocked
The jailhouse rock, cause I clock, in every state on every block
I got the crew for your existance to be erased
But you couldn't get drink if I threw it at you in your face
Charles Bronson, "d**h Wish", try if you wanna die
But you don't know that I'ma break you up just like Guy
You know the rhymer so it's best to be on your guard
I leave you hangin like your girl when your joint ain't hard
And next time your people see me at a jam
In memory of your loss they'll clap their hands