Coolzey - Keef lyrics

[Coolzey] So what's your pleasure, hops? Let me dig around in my treasure box Battling me is like drinking Clorox with small pox Call off your dog 'cus he's barking up the wrong tree Yeah I make all types of music and it all rocks So welcome to the cutting room End up on the floor with that out of focus bullsh** I'm trying to ignore I'm trying to explore all types of realms And when it comes to movies I'm watching all types of films Cataclysmic, psychedelic, Retroactive Smack a s**a in face with my adlibs Sad little kid left crying in the corner With their thumbs up they a**es like little Jack (Warner?) Adorn a house with a reef made of reefer Then I come to drive a (benz?) like my man Ben (Keefer?) Who's Wiz Khalifa? I never heard one joint How much more work I gotta do before the fun point? The gun points at anyone who sets foot on my property The morning after, "How you feel son?" Awfully Unlawfully is how I choose to make loot 'Cus the b**h white devil motherf**ers got monopoly Blocking up the grid like traffic Come up to the mic if you'd like to get your a** kicked 'Cus here's some sh** I wrote real quick Y'all b**hes s**ing on plastic, why don't you s** a real dick? 'Cus I'm a real hit from the country You couldn't find my pack even if you learned to hunt, G And oh yeah, and all you grungy, crunchy Granola eating hippies need to stay out of my lunch, see? I'm not trying to eat some tofu And I hate a motherf**er trying to act like they know you Matter of fact, I'm crazy nice You wanna take my advice, get the f** off the mic [Jarrett Mitchell] I wanna tell the world today that everything is f**ing maybe not okay You wanna take your money or tax dollar on a vacay? Well I wanna tell you about the way the Waco burned And two way firms And who set and burned with the money you earned Tax dollars gonna pay, okay? [Coolzey] I conjure images and kids that's suggestible Ask me if I'm drinking, I'll say I had just a few If you just a new kid trying to hit the Midwest Take it slow, we don't like your big city attitude It's hard to stay mad at you, you're so cute Like a six year old walking to school in his snow boots Don't worry son, you're rhymes will improve dramatically I'm dropping j**els for you, how come you getting mad at me? Emphatically is how I pronounce a spell That sends a motherf**ing demon flying screaming back to hell So smack the bell because I'm in the ring With my dukes up and it's your new stuff that I'm injuring I'm telling y'all that sh** is dead You better find another rhyme to spit instead But that's okay this is rehearsal First I escape them I'm going for reversal And now I'm going for pin 1-2-3, Doctor Don bring the record in So I can proceed lace it like lingerie Yo Jarret, I got no more that I wanna say [Jarrett Mitchell] I do yoga everyday 'Cus I'm a soldier, okay? You wanna say it's me versus you? Well that's only if you're the f**ing man in blue, baby I am a f**ing soldier today I do yoga everyday Everything ain't f**ing okay It's only me versus you if you're the man in blue (Outro)